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It didn't make any sense. It was cold. There was something wet falling on his face, his skin. He was cold.
Was he laying in a puddle?
All the warmth seemed to be far from his grip. He tried to move his head, to be able to see where he was, but a sharp pain in his neck and chest stopped him. He tried to gasp, but everything hurt.
He now could feel the state of his body, his entire being was one big ball of pain.
He couldn't figure out where he was, and only then did he realize that he couldn't see. His vision was totally blank, not black, just blank.
He could hear the wind and the spattering of rain, and some kind of rushing, wheezing sound.
It hit his brain like a punch in the head, he was outside, and injured.
But anymore than that he couldn't seem to grasp. He took a quick count of injuries he could feel, his head ached, his face hurt, he couldn't see, he could only hear out of one ear when he really concentrated. He didn't know if that was because his head was on its side, his whole equilibrium was off kilter.
He didn't move, but as he ran through his entire bodily functions within his head, he could now feel everything. His chest hurt, and was that his heart he could feel beating? His arms felt twisted, he didn't move them...his mind was so fuzzy he physically couldn't move them.
His entire abdominal area felt on fire, like someone had been holding a flame to it, over and over, and it didn't ease as he felt around his body within his head. His hips felt like they had weights sitting on them, and he didn't want to move to find out why.
His legs were just like his arms, they seemed wrong to him, the bones felt wrong. Maybe broken? And he could feel he was bleeding, but couldn't pinpoint the trickle of warmth from anywhere on his person.
And even though he wasn't moving, he felt extremely dizzy, like he had been on a fairground ride, spinning, over and over and over again until he felt like his entire head was turning on its own.
His throat was dry and it was starting to hurt, he attempted to swallow but the inside of his mouth burned and he gasped again, but the gasp of breath felt more like a stab. The pain flared over his entire body for a while and he choked and gasped more, but that only caused more painful jolts.
He stopped gasping, his chest aching with it.
He had no idea what had occurred. And somewhere in his mind was a calming feeling. Like maybe this is the end. And he wanted it to end, how he wanted it to end.
The confusion was getting to him, and the blank vision did nothing to alleviate that.
He decided to wait...waiting for something, anything to happen. Waiting for a noise? Waiting for a thought? An action?
He could feel the rain soaking through his clothes, if he even had clothes. He couldn't feel them. Maybe he didn't.
He couldn't check, he had willed a hand to flinch, trying to see if it still functioned but his mind was weak, and he couldn't focus on a hand, didn't even have the brain power to see his muscles and bones. His nerves were completed fried, and tired.
He was so, so tired.
His thoughts drifted to his dad.
Had he told his dad he loved him today? He didn't even know what day it was. Or how long he had been here...wherever he was.
He always made a point of telling his father he loved him everyday, even when he didn't see him that morning on the way to school. He would call him at lunch, making sure his father was eating healthily, and then telling him he would see him later and that he loved him before going back to lunch with his friends.
His friends.
Rachel, Tina, Mercedes, Brittany...he wondered what they were doing right now. Did he see them today? Did he laugh with them, talk to them, sing with them. He didn't know if he did, but he could only imagine he has, they always did that. Being in Glee club together had made sure that they had become fast friends.
Rachel was probably with Finn now.
Finn, his step brother.
His thoughts drifted away from Finn and settled on something else.
Blaine.
His boyfriend.
It almost brought a smile to his face, but he couldn't even feel his face right now, so he didn't know if he was smiling outside or inside. Probably inside. His brain wasn't sending any signals to move his muscles now.
He was tired.
Where was Blaine?
Where was he?
His mind was drifting, he felt like he was floating.
He could still feel the rain, spattering against his skin and face and still hear noises of the wind, and that rushing wheezing noise. He was still confused and he still couldn't see.
Everything was drifting, as if he were underwater, when your hearing becomes harder. And he only had one ear to hear out of.
He could smell a tang in the air, like a metallic smell, through the little amount of air he could breathe in through his nose. But it was getting harder to focus on, and everything seemed like it was shifting. He was cold, wet and so so tired.
He couldn't think, he couldn't understand a single thing. And it was in fact very calming, instead of frightening. He had never felt this disconnected before. It wasn't at all daunting to him.
It was actually very nice. But all of a sudden there was a noise. It sounded so far away, and really out of focus. He couldn't make out if it was the wind, an animal or a voice.
But whatever it was, he could hear it. He didn't understand if it was getting closer or further away, his tired mind couldn't make sense out of anything right now.
There was a shift in the air, and noises again that he couldn't understand.
Was that somebody talking? He couldn't tell but it sounded like it. But it was too far away from him to make out properly. He was still drifting, but he was getting colder, he could feel the shivers starting in his back.
Something touched him, and even though he couldn't see anything but the blank nothingness, a light flashed in his vision, and it hurt his head a little. He would have groaned in pain, but he didn't have the energy or coordination.
He tried to focus on the muffled voices that suddenly surrounded him, but they still sounded too far away and blurred. He couldn't make them out.
The voices were deep. There was a touch on his skin, something dry and gentle, it covered him. A touch underneath his jaw made him open his eyes and blink, even though he couldn't see. Just that small movement though made his entire body ache.
He was so tired and his head hurt. Everything hurt.
The air moved in front of his face, he could have sworn it had to be wind, but it disturbed the air three times, and then disappeared. There was a voice closer now. His ear picking up the low tone.
It was quiet, almost whispering, but distinctive.
"Kurt.....hear me?"
His foggy mind had trouble making out a sentence.
"Kur-...can....me?"
What-? Blaine? Was that Blaine?
Why was Blaine here? He didn't understand. If Blaine was here then why wasn't he helping him. He loved him right? He should be helping him.
There was light in his eyes again, and his head felt like it was splitting from pain, he just wanted it to stop. He wanted it all to stop. He wanted the pain to go away.
He wanted to go away.
Maybe he should.
Is this the end?