Drabbles: Hypothermia!Blaine
Blaine lay on the hospital bed, barely awake as the doctors hooked him up to an IV and tried to warm his tiny body up. They had found him an hour ago burrowed in the spot underneath the porch where their dog had dug a hole just big enough for Blaine to crawl under the wooden beams if he tried hard enough. The doctors told Mia Anderson that this was a common behavior in hypothermia victims. Disoriented and desperate, afflicted patients enter a small space and burrow themselves tightly, hoping to conserve any warmth they can.
It was only thanks to Bubba-the chocolate lab Mia never wanted but was now eternally grateful to-that they managed to find Blaine at all.
What had Cooper been thinking? Mia thought, angry beyond belief. She had only been gone for a few hours. There was a Christmas party for Tom’s company that she had to help him with. She was in the middle of arguing with the caterer, who hadn’t brought enough appetizers for the group, when her eldest had called her frantic. Cooper had been watching a movie with his girlfriend and Blaine had disappeared.
Cooper was seventeen. Mia wasn’t stupid; she knew what watching a movie meant to a teenage boy. It was no wonder Blaine had gone missing. Cooper had probably thrown the seven year old out of the room and told him to leave him alone. It wasn’t uncommon for Cooper to pick on Blaine. The fact that Cooper hadn’t even noticed his baby brother leave the house? The fact that Blaine had managed to fall into the pool in the back yard? He could have drowned and Cooper would never have noticed.
Now that it was well past midnight and they still hadn’t gotten Blaine’s body temperature into a safe range, it was looking like they would spend their Christmas Eve in a hospital.
Merry Christmas.
She wanted to yell and scream at Cooper, but she couldn’t. Not when she saw how horrified he had been to see his little brother’s skin tinged blue. Not when he was sitting outside sobbing like a child, the complete opposite of the man he pretends to be. No, Cooper had obviously learned his lesson. She wanted to go outside and comfort him, but she left that to Tom. For now, her baby boy needed her more.
Blaine’s small fingers were wrapped around her two larger fingers. He was so tiny for his age. She always knew that, but it never quite hit her until now. He was small and fragile, but somehow so brave.
Her strong, courageous boy.
It was only thanks to Bubba-the chocolate lab Mia never wanted but was now eternally grateful to-that they managed to find Blaine at all.
What had Cooper been thinking? Mia thought, angry beyond belief. She had only been gone for a few hours. There was a Christmas party for Tom’s company that she had to help him with. She was in the middle of arguing with the caterer, who hadn’t brought enough appetizers for the group, when her eldest had called her frantic. Cooper had been watching a movie with his girlfriend and Blaine had disappeared.
Cooper was seventeen. Mia wasn’t stupid; she knew what watching a movie meant to a teenage boy. It was no wonder Blaine had gone missing. Cooper had probably thrown the seven year old out of the room and told him to leave him alone. It wasn’t uncommon for Cooper to pick on Blaine. The fact that Cooper hadn’t even noticed his baby brother leave the house? The fact that Blaine had managed to fall into the pool in the back yard? He could have drowned and Cooper would never have noticed.
Now that it was well past midnight and they still hadn’t gotten Blaine’s body temperature into a safe range, it was looking like they would spend their Christmas Eve in a hospital.
Merry Christmas.
She wanted to yell and scream at Cooper, but she couldn’t. Not when she saw how horrified he had been to see his little brother’s skin tinged blue. Not when he was sitting outside sobbing like a child, the complete opposite of the man he pretends to be. No, Cooper had obviously learned his lesson. She wanted to go outside and comfort him, but she left that to Tom. For now, her baby boy needed her more.
Blaine’s small fingers were wrapped around her two larger fingers. He was so tiny for his age. She always knew that, but it never quite hit her until now. He was small and fragile, but somehow so brave.
Her strong, courageous boy.