Holden had spent the rest of his day talking with Kim and Bethany about what he found out about Dave.

They decided that tomorrow they’d tell Doctor Andrews and Doctor Jessica so they could protect Kurt.

They were just sitting there talking when Blaine came running into the room crying.

“Where the fuck is he?!?” Blaine yelled more so worried then angry.

“Huh? Why are you here it’s not visiting day?” Bethany said confused.

“That doesn’t matter! It’s an emergency! Where is he????” Blaine cried.

“I think he might be back in our room, why what’s wrong?” Holden asked now worrying.

“I don’t know! It’s just, Ahhh!! No time to talk! Room now!” Blaine yelled dragging Holden along with him.

Both boys bolted down the hall and barged into the room. Blaine hit the lights and the sight of the blood and cum stain sheets made him sick to the stomach.

“What?” Holden asked confused.

“Kurt?!” Blaine yelled.

There was music coming from the bathroom.

And it hurts so I, fast forward sleeping pills will make me feel alright. And if I’m still awake in the middle of the night, I’ll just take a couple more, yeah you’re mother fuckin’ right.

Blaine’s mind was racing, his heart was pounding. “Kurt!!!” He yelled. No response. He tried to open the bathroom door but it wouldn’t budge.

I ain’t slowin’ down for no one, I am almost homeward bound. Almost in a coma yeah, homie come on dole ‘em out.

There was a distinct thud coming from the other side of the door and Blaine lost it, he broke down the door and rushed in.

And the sight that greeted him was not for the faint of hearted. There was blood. So much blood. Too much blood. He practically slipped in the blood as he raced to Kurt’s side.

Still a pulse.

Daddy don’t you die on me, Daddy better hold your ground. Fuck, don’t I know the sound of that voice, yeah baby hold me down.

“Holden! Get help!!!” Blaine cried as he ripped off his shirt tearing the fabric and wrapping it around what appeared to be the deepest cuts.

I’m going through changes. I’m going through changes…

“Please Kurt, you need to live!” Blaine cried burying his face in the boys shoulder.

Don’t know what I’m gonna do but I just keep on goin’ through changes.

“Please Kurt.” Blaine begged.

He grabbed clothes and applied pressure to stop some of the bleeding. But it was all too much.

Doctors rushed in frantically placing him on a stretcher and taking him straight to the ICU placing Kurt in critical care.

He still had a pulse.

Still had a pulse.

Blaine immediately called Burt and Carole and Finn, but only Finn answered.

“Finn!!!” Blaine cried. “Kurt! He’s he’s he’s. Just-hospital-now.” Blaine cried.

“I’ll be right there. Is he okay?!?” Finn asked jumping in his car and driving haphazardly as fast as he could.

“I don’t I don’t know.” Blaine cried.

“I’ll see you in five.” Finn said before hanging up.

Luckily the hospital managed to contact Kurt’s parents even when Blaine couldn’t so they showed up shortly after Blaine got off the phone with Finn.

“Blaine.” Carole cried as she hugged him.

“What happened?” Burt asked crying and hugging Blaine as well.

“I don’t know! He called and he left me a goodbye message so I rushed over to the hospital and told the staff it was an emergency and I got to his room and his bed, I think Karofsky raped him. And then he was locked in the bathroom and he cut himself so badly.” Blaine cried out all at once.

“Karofsky?!?” Carole and Burt asked at the same time.

“Yeah, he got transferred from jail to where Kurt was staying because he did some insanity plea thing. And he threatened Kurt and well now this.” Blaine cried.

“So do you think Karofsky did this to him?” Burt asked.

“Unfortunately no. I think Kurt did this. He said goodbye to me and the song that was playing was talking about ending everything and stuff. I think he planned it. He’s unstable. It’s his depression along with Karofsky, I think he just couldn’t handle it and opted out.” Blaine cried.

“Oh God.” Carole cried.

“It doesn’t matter. Either way, I love him and I need to know if he’s okay.” Blaine cried.

“Have you spoken to any of the doctors?” Burt asked.

“No, they just got him and immediately took him to the ICU.” Blaine replied.

“As long as it’s just cuts, and he hasn’t been left to bleed for that long they’ll probably just need to give him massive amounts of blood transfusions and stitch him up.” Carole added.

“I don’t think he was out for that long. The message was only from half an hour before I reached the hospital. But there were cuts everywhere. Everywhere. There was so much blood.” Blaine cried.

The family paced the waiting room crying and when Finn got there they filled him in on everything.

Wake up in a hospital, full of tubes, but somehow I’m still pullin’ through.

Kurt woke up in the ICU his body sore doctors and nurses working around him. He felt so dizzy. There were so many tubes and wires and everything was so scary.

He wasn’t dead?

Swear when I come back I’ma be bullet proof.

He wasn’t dead.

I’ma do it just for proof. I think I should state a few facts cause I may not get a chance to say the truth. Shit.

He wasn’t dead!

It just hit me that what if I would not have made it through? I think about the things I would have never got to say to you.

He wasn’t dead! Oh god, what was he thinking? How could he have been so stupid? He didn’t even deserve another chance, not after what he had just attempted.

To explain, when it rains, guess it pours, yes it does, wish there wasn’t any pain.

How could have tried that? What about his family? His friends? Blaine?

But I can’t pretend there ain’t. I ain’t placin’ any blame. I ain’t pointin’ any fingers heavens knows I’ve never been a saint.

This was all his fault.

I know that it feels that we just pissed away our history, and just today I looked at your picture almost to say ‘I miss you’ subconsciously, wish it didn’t end this way. But I just had to get away. Don’t know why, I don’t know what else to say. I guess I’m…I’m going through changes. I’m going through changes. Don’t know what I’m gonna do but I just keep goin’ through changes…

Maybe what he’d done wasn’t all wrong. He needed to do it. He couldn’t help the way he felt.

All he knew now was that by some miracle he was alive.

 He had been saved.

And now he was going to make some changes.

He’d really get better this time.

Hopefully.