It's been a relatively average day at the Westerville hospital.
That is, until a rapid beeping sounds from one of the rooms the doctors of monitoring over.
They rush there, only to have the beeping stop abruptly as they enter the room.
The patient, a teenage boy, is lying completely still on the bed.
A doctor grabs the defibrillators by the table and charges them up.
"Clear." Try one.
No response.
"Clear." Try two.
No response.
"Clear!" Try three.
No response.
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Macy, whom Kurt had insisted go back to school, was in the middle of math when the PA system chimed. "May I have Macy Smythe to the office, please? She'll be leaving for the day."
Macy shot up out of her chair, grabbing all her stuff and rushing out the door.
"Young lady, walk!" the teacher called after her.
"No time!" she yelled back, running towards the office.
This time, Kurt was already there. There was a faint smile on his face as he chatted with one of the secretaries, which Macy took as a good sign.
She opened the door in a rush, dropping her things on a chair. "Well? Is he-"
"He's alive. And awake," Kurt answered her unspoken question, and she sighed in relief.
"Thank god. I thought he was dead!"
Kurt paused for a minute. "He almost was, they had to shock him back to life. That's how he woke up. But he's alive now. And..."
"And what?" Macy asked sharply.
Kurt shook his head. "He just... It's been quite the ordeal, there's been a lot of-"
"Kurt, spit it out."
"He... has amnesia."
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Broken
FanfictionKurt Hummel: He may seem fine, but he's broken. When he transfers to Dalton Academy, he has unspeakable terrors in his past- and worst of all, no friends to help him. When a certain Warbler appears to dislike him, is it really so? Or is he jealous...
