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bad2theboner2012-09-19 12:36 pm
"I can feel it coming in the air tonight..."
Who: Andrew Pearson and Kurt Hummel-Anderson
What: Painful requests
Where: Kurt and Blaine's home, Scarsdale
When: Tuesday night
After making the drive to Scarsdale after a panicked phone call from Blaine in the middle of the night, Andrew sat on the side of the bed beside Kurt, listening to his chest with his stethoscope. Blaine was downstairs making everyone a cup of tea, Kurt's with honey and lemon at Andrew's suggestion. Blaine was near freaking out, so it would give him something to concentrate on while Andrew examined Kurt. Kurt's cough which he had on and off with the Lymphoma in his chest had gone from dry to wet and rattly. He had been struggling to breathe during the night and Andrew temperature check just revealed a fever of 103. He took the stethoscope from his ears and gave Kurt a small, sympathetic sigh while he pulled Kurt's long-sleeve t-shirt back down gently for him. "It's a chest infection, love. We need to tread really, really carefully with you here or it's going to warp into pneumonia in a snap. I really want to admit you to get you on oxygen and a badass dose of IV antibiotics, but you're going to fight me on that, aren't you?"
Kurt had a runny nose and sore throat too. To anyone else, it would just be a cold and a cough, they would be over it in a week and back on their feet. This could potentially spell tragedy for Kurt if they weren't extremely careful. It had come at the tail end of another chemo round, so it was going to be a tough fight already. Andrew felt a distinct twist in his stomach when he looked at Kurt as a very real sense of dread hit him that if the infection got worst, it could actually kill Kurt. "Please let me take you back Mount Sinai. Just to be on the safe side?"
What: Painful requests
Where: Kurt and Blaine's home, Scarsdale
When: Tuesday night
After making the drive to Scarsdale after a panicked phone call from Blaine in the middle of the night, Andrew sat on the side of the bed beside Kurt, listening to his chest with his stethoscope. Blaine was downstairs making everyone a cup of tea, Kurt's with honey and lemon at Andrew's suggestion. Blaine was near freaking out, so it would give him something to concentrate on while Andrew examined Kurt. Kurt's cough which he had on and off with the Lymphoma in his chest had gone from dry to wet and rattly. He had been struggling to breathe during the night and Andrew temperature check just revealed a fever of 103. He took the stethoscope from his ears and gave Kurt a small, sympathetic sigh while he pulled Kurt's long-sleeve t-shirt back down gently for him. "It's a chest infection, love. We need to tread really, really carefully with you here or it's going to warp into pneumonia in a snap. I really want to admit you to get you on oxygen and a badass dose of IV antibiotics, but you're going to fight me on that, aren't you?"
Kurt had a runny nose and sore throat too. To anyone else, it would just be a cold and a cough, they would be over it in a week and back on their feet. This could potentially spell tragedy for Kurt if they weren't extremely careful. It had come at the tail end of another chemo round, so it was going to be a tough fight already. Andrew felt a distinct twist in his stomach when he looked at Kurt as a very real sense of dread hit him that if the infection got worst, it could actually kill Kurt. "Please let me take you back Mount Sinai. Just to be on the safe side?"
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