The screech of tires and then a loud bang. A high-pitched scream rang out through the nearly deserted street. Two bodies are launched out of a car and their bodies fly a few feet into the icy Ohio air before landing. A boy, barely twenty, with dark curly hair hits the snowy ground with a hard thud, but his passenger, a boy about the same age, is flung into a stop sign. The center of his head collides into the long pole and his body lays limply, sprawled out on the street. Blood flows out from his head, the bright red staining the pearly white snow. It's minutes before the sound of the ambulance is heard.

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Blaine wakes up to the sound of beeping. He glances around, his brain taking in the fact that he's in a hospital. He racks his mind to figure out why and then it hits him: the accident. He blinks and his eyes zoom around the room. Blaine tries to remember if Kurt was even in the car with him.

"Blaine!" he hears someone gasp and he almost sits up straight when lights flash behind his eyes. His head throbs painfully and he lies back down on the stiff hospital bed. Cooper's face comes in his field of vision. He's talking very quickly, but Blaine just watches his mouth move, not listening to a word he's saying. Cooper calls to someone at the door and within seconds, Kurt's family is around his bed. Blaine swallows thickly, his mouth feeling dry.

"Where's-" Kurt, he wants to ask, but his mouth doesn't let him finish the sentence. His doctor, an old man with gentle eyes, enters the room. The doctor gives Cooper a small smile and tells him Blaine's going to be fine. He goes on to say a lot of other things that Blaine's mind doesn't process and from the slightly vacant expression on Cooper's face, Blaine guesses Cooper doesn't understand either. But one thing is clear: Blaine is going to be okay.

The doctor's expression darkens as he turns to the Hudson-Hummels. Blaine realizes what he's going to tell them and feels his throat constrict.

No.

Not him.

Tell me it's not him, Blaine silently pleads. His chest tightens and he struggles to move but his body is too weak and exhausted. Cooper holds his hand and Blaine can see the shine of unshed tears in his steely blue eyes.

Blaine can only watch helplessly as the doctor turns to Burt Hummel and says in a clear voice. "We tried everything we could. I'm so sorry, but your son is gone."