Scars and Stones: Chapter 1 (Klaine)

Final Chapter

There was a rush around Nathan, a blur of colour and noise. The sirens rang out like speakers at a concert, as they boomed around him, rendering his eardrums useless. The colours merged together, but none stood out like the threatening red that stained his shirt. He had tried to sit up, but the searing pain that ripped through his whole body took hold of him completely, so he gave up. He couldn't move, but he felt as though he were being pulled through glass and fire. He was trapped between the pain and the numbness. He could hear Blaine speaking anxiously, trying to coax Kurt back into consciousness. Oh god, what had he done? Feeling guilt overwhelm him at the same time as the throbbing agony sent him over the edge, he closed his eyes. He just wanted everything to end. He couldn't drown out Blaine's cries, no matter how much he tried.

"Come on son, open your eyes for me." Blearily, Nathan opened his eyes to find a paramedic hovering above him. Others swarmed around him, but Nathan's attention was focused on the person above him. "That's it, you need to stay awake, okay? You'll soon be sedated and pain free." Nathan was aware of being lifted, as if he was flying. He rolled his head in the direction of Kurt and Blaine one last time. Blaine was cradling Kurt in his arms, as he whispered into his hair, rocking back and forth. The paramedics made their way towards them, and Blaine turned his head. He caught Nathan's eye, and gave a small nod. Nathan didn't know what it meant. Perhaps he was dreaming. Perhaps he was dying. Perhaps he was dead. Either way, he didn't care. He wasn't human anymore.

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Blaine stayed with Kurt as he was bundled into the ambulance, never letting go of his hand as they made their way to the hospital. Nathan and Dean were placed into separate ambulances, especially as Nathan was losing a lot of blood very quickly. Kurt appeared to be more stable, but he had not regained consciousness. Blaine tried to keep it together in front of the paramedics, but it was proving to be very difficult. He continued to stroke his thumb over Kurt's knuckles, which turned whiter and whiter as the ambulance tore on. Kurt was hooked up to an IV drip, with an oxygen mask placed over his face, which obstructed Blaine's view. The only thing he could cling too was Kurt's hand, which hung limp over the side of the stretcher.

Blaine didn't know what was going to happen. After everything that had happened, he didn't think that it would end like this. Especially since the escape. Everything had been going right since the escape, and suddenly it was ripped away from him. He looked back up at Kurt's face, as uncertainties and anxiety whirled around his mind.

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Once they reached the hospital, Blaine was separated from Kurt. The paramedics whooshed Kurt out of the ambulance on a stretcher, and he was taken straight into the operating theatre.

"What's happening? Where are they taking him?" Blaine asked anxiously, as Kurt was wheeled furiously away from him. The paramedic placed a kindly hand on his shoulder.

"His wound is pretty bad. He's losing a lot of blood, and the bullet seems to have hit a major artery. But don't worry, they'll do their best to patch him up. The surgeons here are the best in Lima."

Blaine choked at the mention of 'major artery'. The paramedic wordlessly placed a blanket around Blaine's shoulders, obviously trying to avoid looking at his scars. More doctors hurried towards him, as they raced to admit him. He was taken to a small room where he was examined, bandaged and cleaned. His heart hammered in his chest, as all the time he thought of Kurt. He wished and hoped and prayed to every god under the sun that Kurt would pull through. He had too. The possibility of death kept weaving itself into Blaine's mind, but he pushed it away furiously. He remained silent and steely as he was checked over, thinking only of Kurt.

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Nathan's focus on the world around him was starting to slip. All he could see was the clinical white of the operating theatre around him, and the zombie-like masks of the surgeons desperately trying to save his life. The oxygen mask obscured his view from anything below his eye line. The stark white was making him dizzy, so he closed his eyes to stop the room spinning. He couldn't even feel the wound anymore.