“he did what Kurt?” “he hurt Blaine. he bashed him. I know he did.” I told her. “How, it could have been anybody.” She told me. “no, it was his dad.” I told her, turning to dad when he spoke. “it can’t have been, I only spoke to Harry today. He pretended that he didn’t know his son was getting married. Put on a good show too.” He laughed. “He didn’t know, Blaine and his father don’t get on well.” I told them. “He bash Blaine, because of me.” I told myself. “No he didn’t, he sounds like a bad parent.” Dad told me, now sitting next to me. “We have to tell some one.” I told them. “And we will”
forty five minutes of pure hell was what I had to go through before I knew anything. A doctor came out, wearing scrubs and called out, “is Mr. Anderson’s family here.” I stood up and walked over to the doctor. “I’m his fiancé. Is he alright?” “He had a massive bleed to the brain, also a broke cheek bone and two broken ribs. Who ever did this to him, tried to kill him.” he told me. I felt shaky, Rachel and dad both grabbing me so I could stand upright. “is he…?” I couldn’t finish the sentence. “No, he is in recovery.” The doctor told me. “may I see him?” I asked. “sure, but he may not wake up for some time.” He told us. I nodded my head and he led us through to see Blaine.
As I opened the door I saw a broken Blaine laying in bed. He had a bandage wrapped around his head, covering his perfect curls. His face was black and blue, but he was still and breathing. I walked over to his bedside and sat down in the chair. I took his hand and squeezed in, softly. I wanted to let him know I was there, and never leaving. As if he knew my touch, he moved his fingers slightly, holding my hand to his. i placed my other hand on top of his and held his like a sandwich.
