Who: rockstarwarbler and jewhawk
What: The waiting game
Where: Intensive Care Unit, Mount Sinai
When: Sunday evening
Rating: Probably adult and/or triggery stuff

Blaine hated the ICU. He had hated the smell, the sound, the claustrophobic feeling of all the medical equipment and the glass doors and walls that felt like a fishbowl. He remembered being in here himself, and the horrific pain and terror that was associated with it. He had never wanted to be inside this place again. But he had to be. For Kurt, he had to see it out. He couldn't let fears or phobias keep him from being there for the love of his life through this. He knew what the struggle for life was like, and he knew that at the end of the day, having Kurt and all his family and friends there to support him unconditionally was what pushed him through the pain.

He sat at Kurt's bedside, both hands wrapped around Kurt's left lifeless one where they had taken take his wedding rings off for medical safety. It broke Blaine's heart to see his hand without them, but Kurt had lost so much weight since his diagnosis that they were too loose to stay secure anyway. Kurt had been taping underneath them to hold them in place because he had refused to take them off. Then there was the ordeal with the hat. Kurt didn't want anyone seeing him without hair and all Blaine wanted was for him to have a hat on while he was unconscious and fighting this. Yes, he completely lost it when they tried to tear that tiny little bit left of Kurt's dignity away from him, and Blaine didn't even care if he caused a scene and had security called. Andrew intervened and authorised Kurt's hat. Blaine was subdued and numb after that. How could that have possibly been too much to ask? If Kurt was going to die, Blaine wanted it to be with at least some dignity.

The wait was excruciating, but necessary. He felt constantly and constantly like he was about to cry at any moment. His eyes and nose were continuously stinging with the threat of tears. He sat here, listening to the deep pumping of the respirator and the beeps of all the monitors observing Kurt's condition. Kurt was just so lifeless and tiny in the bed, tubes and wires feeding all over him, and a large dressing over his throat where the paramedics had given him a tracheotomy to get air into him. Once they could successfully intubate in the ER, they repaired that wound, but it had still be horrifically confronting for Blaine to see them slice into Kurt's throat with a scalpel. He passed out cold.

He heard the glass door of Kurt's room slide open behind him, but he didn't even move from just watching Kurt's unconscious form. People came and went all the time, but he barely interacted with them now unless he had to. Now that he and Kurt were legally married, he was Kurt's next of kin and all the decision-making was in his hands, so he had to interact on some level. Mostly, he just wanted to be left alone.

Who: rockstarwarbler and jewhawk
What: The waiting game
Where: Intensive Care Unit, Mount Sinai
When: Sunday evening
Rating: Probably adult and/or triggery stuff

Blaine hated the ICU. He had hated the smell, the sound, the claustrophobic feeling of all the medical equipment and the glass doors and walls that felt like a fishbowl. He remembered being in here himself, and the horrific pain and terror that was associated with it. He had never wanted to be inside this place again. But he had to be. For Kurt, he had to see it out. He couldn't let fears or phobias keep him from being there for the love of his life through this. He knew what the struggle for life was like, and he knew that at the end of the day, having Kurt and all his family and friends there to support him unconditionally was what pushed him through the pain.

He sat at Kurt's bedside, both hands wrapped around Kurt's left lifeless one where they had taken take his wedding rings off for medical safety. It broke Blaine's heart to see his hand without them, but Kurt had lost so much weight since his diagnosis that they were too loose to stay secure anyway. Kurt had been taping underneath them to hold them in place because he had refused to take them off. Then there was the ordeal with the hat. Kurt didn't want anyone seeing him without hair and all Blaine wanted was for him to have a hat on while he was unconscious and fighting this. Yes, he completely lost it when they tried to tear that tiny little bit left of Kurt's dignity away from him, and Blaine didn't even care if he caused a scene and had security called. Andrew intervened and authorised Kurt's hat. Blaine was subdued and numb after that. How could that have possibly been too much to ask? If Kurt was going to die, Blaine wanted it to be with at least some dignity.

The wait was excruciating, but necessary. He felt constantly and constantly like he was about to cry at any moment. His eyes and nose were continuously stinging with the threat of tears. He sat here, listening to the deep pumping of the respirator and the beeps of all the monitors observing Kurt's condition. Kurt was just so lifeless and tiny in the bed, tubes and wires feeding all over him, and a large dressing over his throat where the paramedics had given him a tracheotomy to get air into him. Once they could successfully intubate in the ER, they repaired that wound, but it had still be horrifically confronting for Blaine to see them slice into Kurt's throat with a scalpel. He passed out cold.

He heard the glass door of Kurt's room slide open behind him, but he didn't even move from just watching Kurt's unconscious form. People came and went all the time, but he barely interacted with them now unless he had to. Now that he and Kurt were legally married, he was Kurt's next of kin and all the decision-making was in his hands, so he had to interact on some level. Mostly, he just wanted to be left alone.