Sick

Best Boyfriend Ever

     Puck arrived at the hospital shortly after Burt left and made his way to Kurt’s room.

    “Hey babe,” Puck said walking in.

    “Noah,” Kurt said, his pale face lighting up excitedly, “You’re here.”

    “Of course I am, I wanted to come by sooner but my mom wanted me to spend some time with her and my sister.

    “It’s fine, you’re here now,” Kurt said as Noah leaned down and kissed him.

    “How was your first treatment?” Noah asked and Kurt shrugged.

    “Okay, my dad was with me so that made it a bit better.” Noah just nodded and ran his fingers through Kurt’s already messy hair.

    “I promise I’ll be here tomorrow to sit with you,” Noah said and Kurt smiled, entwining their fingers. They sat in silence for a few seconds when the smile suddenly left his face and he sat up quickly.

    “Kurt? What’s wrong?” Noah asked alarmed.

    “I– I think–” he clapped a hand over his mouth and Noah understood. He grabbed a dish at the end of the bed and held it under Kurt’s chin as the other boy was sick. Kurt vomited violently for a few minutes and Noah held the dish for him with one hand and rubbed Kurt’s back with the other. When Kurt had stopped, neither boy moved until they were sure it was over. Noah gently placed the dish back and pressed the nurse’s call button before he turned back to the smaller boy.

    “Kurt? Baby are you okay?” Noah asked. Kurt didn’t say anything but a sob escaped him after a few moments.

    “Oh, hush, shh. It’s okay, you’re okay sweetheart,” Noah repeated over and over again. Kurt continued to sob as the nurse walked into the room.

    “What happened?” she asked immediately.

    “He was sick,” Noah said, gesturing to the dish and the nurse nodded understandingly.

    “Oh honey, you’re okay. Crying is only gonna make you feel worse. C’mon, lie back.” She helped him to get settled against his pillows as Noah rubbed his head gently.

    “Chemo’s gonna make you feel pretty sick,” she told him as she handed him a small glass of water, I’m gonna go get you a new dish okay? If this happens again just rinse it in the sink, we’ll bring a new one every morning.” She directed this last bit at Puck nodded as she walked away.

    “I’m sorry,” Kurt mumbled into his pillow.

    “Why are you apologizing?” Noah asked.

    “You didn’t need to see that, you shouldn’t have to deal with any of this,” Kurt said.

    “Babe, stop it,” Noah said firmly and Kurt looked up at him.

    “You’re mad at me,” Kurt said sounding scared and sad.

    “No, no of course I’m not mad at you,” he said immediately, “I just want you to stop thinking like that. I want you to stop thinking that I’m dealing with things just because I feel like I have to. Kurt, I’m here because I love you and I want to help you get through this. I hate seeing you sick and if I can help in even the smallest way then I want to do it. I want to be there to rub your back when you’re sick, to hold your hand when you’re getting chemo, to sing you to sleep when you’re feeling like crap from all the meds they’re gonna give you, and I want to be there when they tell you you’ve beat this thing and you’re ready to go home for good.” Puck finished talking and saw Kurt was crying but smiling.

    “You’re the best boyfriend ever,” he said.