Blaine was loaded up onto the stretcher. “Kurt?” he asked as he was wheeled out of his house. “it’s ok, I’l here.” I told him.” I was just about to get into the ambulance with him when the paramedic asked. “are you family?” “no, I’m his fiancé.” “I’m sorry, family only in the van.” He told me. he quickly shut the door and the ambulance drove off before I could say anything. “why didn’t you get in?” Sam asked me. “they wouldn’t let me.” I told him. “it’s ok, we’ll drive you.” Rachel told me. “I feel sick.” I told them before my legs felt like jelly. Someone quickly caught me in their strong arms and carried me back to dad’s car. “Kurt, Kiddo? Are you ok?” he asked me as I was placed on the back seat. “I think he’s fine Burt, he just went though a lot in half an hour, thinking he was left at the alter, then watching his fiancé have a fit in front of him and not being aloud with him. It would be hard for him to take it all in.” Rachel explained, better then I could right now. “I need to see him.” I told them.
I felt the car moving but I couldn’t comprehend where we were going. I couldn’t think that today was real. I watched dad pull into the hospital before I thought about it I just started sobbing. “Hey. Shh, it’s ok.” Rachel said, trying to find my hand. I was in the fetal position across the back seat, so I was to far away. “Everything will be alright.” She told me, getting out fo the front seat and opening the door. She quickly climbed in and rested my head on her lap. We sat there and she started smoothing down my hair. I finally stopped crying. “Come on, let’s go see how he is.” She told me, helping me to sit up.
“hi, I’ll looking for son in law, he was just rushed here.” dad told the nurse. “Name?” she asked. “Blaine Devon Anderson.” I told her, still leaning up against Rachel. “I shall have a look.” She told us, typing something into her computer. “He is in theater,” she kept talking but I couldn’t understand what she was saying. The room suddenly got a lot quieter. “Come on Kurt.” Rachel told me, her voice sound so far, as we walked away. She sat me down and I starred out into space. A face, Rachel’s, popped into my vision. “Kurt, are you alright?” she asked me. I couldn’t believe it. I knew his father was bullying him but I never thought it was physical. That explains all the bruises and scars I found, but why did he never tell me? “What about his dad Kurt?” Rachel asked. I looked into her eyes. “He did this.”
