Sick

Waiting

    They had been waiting on the doctor for just over six hours now. It was past midnight when Dr. Collins returned and they were all tired. Burt and Carle were sitting in chairs on the far side of the room. Finn was next to them, fast asleep. Puck was sitting on the examination table, leaning against the wall and Kurt was lying on the table, his head in Noah’s lap, not caring who saw them like that.

    “Alright Kurt,” Dr. Collins said, walking back into the room and Carole shook Finn awake, “we’ve got all your test results back.”

    “It’s just a really bad flu right? I can go home now?” Kurt asked, wanting to leave and snuggle up in his own bed. Dr. Collins didn’t respond right away and Burt persisted.

    “Well? Is it or isn’t it the flu?”

    “Kurt, we ran your blood tests and the results showed you have something called CLL,” she told them all.

    “CLL? What’s that?” Puck asked.

    “It stands for Chronic Lymphoblast Leukemia.”

    “Leukemia,” Burt said quietly, “As in Cancer.”

    Dr. Collins nodded her head sadly, “We believe that’s why the flu virus you picked up ended up being so bad. The CLL has weakened your system and you weren’t able to fight off the bug as you normally would’ve been able to.” She left the room after this so they could all process what she had said.

    Burt put his head in his hands and was silent; Carole put her hands on his shoulders and rubbed them comfortingly. Finn stood up and punched the wall before running out of the room. Burt mumbled something to Carole who nodded and followed her son. Kurt just stared at the wall ahead and Noah tightened his hold on Kurt’s hand. Neither said anything.