Blaine was alone in his hospital room in the middle of the night and he couldn’t get back to sleep.

As he lays in this really uncomfortable hospital bed, he knows that going to the dance wasn’t worth it. It wasn’t worth the badly broken arm, the cracked ribs, the ruptured spleen, the concussion. Not to mention what it did to his heart. The doctors couldn’t stitch or plaster or pin his heart back together.

They said he was young and that he would bounce back. That he would be good as new again in a few weeks, a couple months tops. But Blaine new he was different. He was changed forever. There was nothing he could do about it.

The worst part was that it wasn’t like he and Eli went to the dance in the name of love. They liked each other as friends. They had kissed but it had been more experimental than attraction. Blaine wonders why they took the risk at all.

He could be at home right now in his own bed. He could still be whole, but he knows he might never be whole again.