“Mr. Anderson?” he said a slight tone of sadness in his voice.

“Yes, that’s me. How- how is he? Is he going to be okay?” asked Blaine, panicking and standing up.

“I’m sorry, I don’t have any good news. Why don’t we go to my office?”

Kurt and Blaine walked the winding, white hallways to the doctors’ office.

“Well, when he was in the crash, he suffered a head trauma causing the basilar artery to rupture. We closed the artery, but blood flow still hasn’t returned to that part of his brain…”

“What-what do you mean? What’s happened? He is going to be okay right?”

“He’s in a coma at the moment; there’s no knowing what damage has been done by the lack of oxygen to his brain. I’m sorry.”

Blaine sat there speechless, in utter shock; he didn’t know what to say. He needed to see him, he needed to apologise, it was his fault and Blaine felt awful about it.

“Let me see him,” Blaine demanded. “Please?” he added quietly.

“I- uh- I don’t know, maybe we should wait for his parents.”

“You called his parents?” asked Blaine accusingly. “They’ll just make things worse… They disowned him.”

“They are his parents - it’s procedure, Mr. Anderson. I’m sorry, we had to.”

“Well, then at least, please, let me see him. Please, I have to make sure he’s okay…”

“I uh fine, Mr. Anderson, follow me,” said the doctor as he lead them out of his office and down some sterile white corridors, up several flights of stairs until they finally arrived in the ICU.

“Here’s his room,” said the doctor, opening the door.

Blaine and Kurt entered the room. They stared at the hospital bed that held the lifeless figure of Jermaine, he had tubes and wires attached to him. Blaine felt on the brink of tears staring at the broken Jermaine laid in front of him, looking so small, helpless, fragile. He certainly didn’t look the same as he did yesterday.

Kurt and Blaine sat in silence listening to the slow steady beep of the heart monitor. Occasionally Blaine got up, walked over to Jermaine’s bedside, stroked his hand, and paced back. Then he remembered something; music helps stimulate the brain. Blaine didn’t really want the first song Kurt properly heard him sing to be about Jermaine. He wanted him to hear him singing without crying, which is what he was bound to do given the circumstances. But he didn’t know how to get rid of Kurt; he wasn’t going to leave too easily.

"Leave me alone with him, please. It's partially my fault."

"I don’t think that's a very good idea, Blaine, you need someone with you."

"I need to be alone, I need to wait for him to wake up and I need to apologise."

"Blaine, none of this is your fault. You need to leave this room... If only for a little while - you need the air, we’ve been in here for 5 hours," said Kurt trying and failing to pull Blaine from Jermaine's bedside.

"Leave me alone, Kurt, just GO AWAY!" Blaine yelled.

“Okay, Blaine, I’ll go. Just, um call me if you need me.”

“I don’t! I need to be alone. Just leave me alone!” Blaine screamed, hot tears streaming down his cheeks.

“I understand, Blaine, okay… Bye,” said Kurt, understanding that it was best to leave him be. Blaine was still in shock from the information, he needed to calm down. If Kurt had to leave so Blaine could deal with it then he would; he remembered what it was like when his dad was in a coma. He shut himself off from everyone; he just wanted to be alone with his father.

When Kurt had left and was sufficiently out of earshot Blaine began to sing.

Blaine actually thought that David had changed. How wrong was he?