A/N: Please read TRIGGER WARNING: suicide attempt!

Chapter Seven

Blaine is allowed to ride along in the ambulance. Left alone on the doorsteps of the local hospital Blaine looking around disoriented for a moment remembers to call "Burt! Kurt is in hospital." All explanations that follow are rushed and incomplete. After all, what does Blaine really know so far but what he has known for weeks … 'Kurt is in pain.'

He waits outside for Burt, they rush in together, and then Blaine is on the side lines as soon as Burt asks, "I'm looking for my son, Kurt Hummel. He was brought in by an ambulance crew."

They are send to the western wing of the hospital, and then, while Burt is asked to step into a doctor's office for a moment before he will get to see Kurt, Blaine sits down in the corridor, limbs fidgeting.

One look at Burt as the door to the doctor's office swings open again, and … "You look like you are about to throw up," Blaine remarks dryly, unable to cage the thought in time.

All colour drained from his face, Burt looks like he has seen a particularly disturbing ghost.

And with the next words Blaine hears from Burt's trembling lips he knows Burt must feel like he really has.

"His mother killed herself. I mean you hear sometimes that it has a knock on effect on the kids, but I never, I NEVER thought my baby boy would ever try …, try to …. Where did he even get the damn pills?" Burt just breaks down in tears then.

For minutes there is nothing but uncontrollable sobbing as Blaine sits speechless beside the grown man falling utterly apart. Blaine himself shocked into silence, as he tries to process all the information he has just been given.

Then a jolt suddenly goes through Burt, the man quiet. Blowing his nose he straightens out his back and taking a deep breath, meant to steady, looks over at Blaine, "I guess I should go wash my face. Wanna come along see him? He is just down two halls, for now at least. They want to talk to him before deciding what to do. But from what the doctor says he is still too out of it to do that today. They want to get a real picture of who he is. Guess that's a good sign."

'What to do?' all kinds of horror scenarios flashing through his mind Blaine brings out after a moment of just thoughts rumbling in his head, blocking the pathway to his mouth for anything but gibberish, "I'd really like to see him."

Of course Blaine is utterly unprepared for what that actually means. The room is dead quiet, the only distraction Kurt has from how bonedeeply miserable he feels being the pounding of his head and the itching of 'That damn infusion.' Kurt's head snaps towards the door opening as soon as he hears the first click indicating the handle is being pushed down, and he instantly feels like he is about to vomit again. That feeling though passes almost instantly, pushed aside by a much more crushing one. Tears blur Kurt's vision as soon as he takes in the current state his "Dad" is in, he blubbers, slurs the word from within the tears clouding all his senses, voice raw to the bone.

'Did they have to pump his stomach?' Blaine wonders as he watches Burt bolt forward, consumed by tears himself again already, halting abruptly next to Kurt's bed, hands digging into the material of his trousers, after all these weeks of not even getting to see "Kurt, Kiddo," unsure if any touch would be welcome.

The hands Blaine had held just yesterday are trembling wildly as Kurt himself seems caught up between embracing or retreating from the potential touch.

Blaine stands awkwardly still by the door as he takes in the room, the nurse sitting in one corner with a book in her hands, merely watching on as well. Then again, Blaine supposes, that is precisely '…what she is here for.' 'Suicide watch,' Blaine thinks the word so impossible to think, to really think, swallows hard looking back over to Kurt, relieved to find none of the boy restrained. 'They must deem him too physically weak to try again, … right away.' The what if of another, a next attempt weighs heavy in Blaine's thoughts, pulling him into a daze until he hears that voice again, sounding scrubbed raw still.

"Blaine?"

The boy steps closer at hearing his name.

"You came back." It is not a question leaving Kurt's lips, expression wondrous, but mostly drowsy.

Blaine hopes it to be a thank you, but cannot tell. And then … he can.

"I … I … was so scared. I was all alone. I was going to die all alone."

Blaine surges forward then, placing his hand in a to Kurt familiar gesture onto the bedcovers, next to Kurt's where he could easily reach should he choose to.

The first brush is accidental, Kurt flinching back, trying to figure out through the haze he is clearly in what is even going on around him exactly.

He does not reach for Blaine's hand, but allows his to slip and rest against the other boy's, no more than the sides of their little fingers touching. But, 'The sides of our little fingers touching!'

Kurt drifts into sleep like that, the three people in his hospital room watching all … him. A circumstance that if he was more consciously aware of would certainly make him want to run.