It happened so fast, the bus driver driving the bus that Kurt Hummel was on didn't have time to stop when another bus came slamming into the side of it, flipping it over onto its side. Kurt along with the other passengers were thrown out of their seats as they let out frightened screams. Kurt landed hard, his head hitting the broken glass and hard asphalt from the street, making him disoriented and vision blur as pain shot through his head. There were short, rough jerks of the bus and the sound of metal bending as cars who weren't able to stop in time hit the bus. Kurt blinked hard and moaned in pain, his head hurt, the ground was cold and wet and he couldn't think or see straight, he fought to stay conscious, he eyelids felt like lead weights, that every time he blinked he seemed to have to fight harder and harder to open each time, he felt cold even though he was wearing several layers of clothes to keep warm from the New York Autumn almost Winter air and his breathing was only shuddering, shallow breaths that never seemed to fill his lungs and everything including his thoughts seemed slowed down. Kurt began to lose the fight to keep his eyes opened he felt like he kept having to remind himself to breath and he was feeling tired more tired than he has ever felt in his life, like all of his energy had been sucked from him. As he allowed his eyes to close again, one last thought came to mind “I told Blaine i'd never say goodbye”