Titanium: a glee fic (S4)

Glee Actually

So Angel is officially home after about a week, still comatose, but breathing so, progress.  Everybody knows what happened to him so the stares are escalated and unappreciated. 

And now, two weeks later, I am back at school, trying to forget the shit of my past... It's my specialty apparently.

Speaking of shit from my past, I saw Artie aggressively rolling down the hallway and something was very off about him.  When he got to his locker, all of his stuff scattered all over the floor.

"Hey, let me help." I said as I knelt in front of his chair and organized everything,

Why am I helping out my Ex out you may ask,

Well it's cause I'm a good-ass person that's why, so fuck out my face.

"You're more of a hot mess than me right now," I joked when there was no laugh, I looked up and saw that Artie had a huge red gash on his cheek and looked like he was about to cry, "Oh my god are you ok what happened?" I asked,

"Nothing," he snapped, "Don't worry about it." He tried to roll away but I held his chair, I stared at him,

"Artie we may have not been together for that long, but I still care about you," he looked at me, "So spill,"

"I fell, okay? The stupid janitor didn't put salt on the ramp, like he's supposed to, and my wheels don't have chains, so I slipped backwards and tipped over on the ice.  It's fine.  It's nothing." He said trying to wheel away again, I stopped him again,

"No, no, no, no hey, hey, hey." I said getting him to look at me, I moved so I could see his cheek, "That's not nothing, take it from someone who has had her fair share of injuries." I paused, "Let me take you to the nurse's office, all right?"

He nodded and I led him down the hallway,

-15 minutes later-

"You hit your head pretty hard." The nurse said, "I'm going to go call your mother. Lay down till she gets here." She left the room and I stayed in the chair, looking at him.

"Want me to help you get up on the cot?" I offered,

"No.  I don't want anybody to help me with anything.  I'm tired of being so helpless, I'm tired of everybody pitying me, and I'm tired of being in this damn chair."

"Hey," I said staring at him, he looked up at me, "did you forget who you were talking to?  Nobody understands that better than me," he stared at me for a second, "And hey,  anyone could have fallen on the ice, all right?" I said,

"Yeah, but they could've gotten back up, instead of laying there screaming for help until some freshman girl showed up." He said as he was about to lift himself onto the cot, I got up and stopped him,

"Hey, don't bite my head off." He stopped, not even looking at me, "But you need some rest, so I'm going to help you out, all right?" I said, he nodded, and he put his arm around my shoulder and I lifted him up, he wouldn't look at me.  I set him down and he faced the opposite wall, still pouting.

"I just wish I was never in that dumb chair."

"I know Artie, I know."

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I waited outside for his mom to come.

"Presley?" I heard a voice say, I looked up and saw a middle aged woman standing in front of me,

"Mrs. Abrams I presume?" I said standing up, she smiled and shook my hand,

"How did you know who I was?" I asked, "was it the hair?" She laughed

"Yeah, actually... And wow, pardon me but Artie was right you do have the prettiest blue eyes I have ever seen," I smiled slightly at this.

"He said that?" She nodded,

"Yes, he really is quite fond of you, oh my gosh, I'm sorry, he is gunna kill me for even mentioning it." I smiled again,

"No, it's no biggie really, I'll go and get him if you'd like," I said, she smiled gratefully,

"Thank you," I smiled and headed back to the back room and flipped the lights on,

"Hey Artie, your moms here." He shot up right when I walked in, he looked at me like I was some sort of ghost, "Yo what's wrong dude?" I asked as I sat next to him on the bed looking at him and for no reason whatsoever, he pulled me into a huge hug that caught me off guard, I patted his back as he hugged me, when he let me go I gave him an amused smile. 

"Sorry, had a bad nightmare, the glee club didn't exist and you were dead," he said, I blinked,

"Well damn," I said, then I looked back at the door remembering why I came in here in the first place, "we should probably get you to your mom," he looked down at the chair them at me,

"You know, I could use some help here." He said, I gave a small smile,

"Come on, grab onto me." I said as I walked towards the head of the bed and hoisted him up, "Hey, I'm really sorry, I know it really sucks being in this chair sometimes."

"For better or for worse, this chair is a part of me. It's made me who I am."