Story: The Roads we walk... Chapter 1: The Hospital
Summary: Sebastian and his mother finds a boy walking along the road, that can't seem to remember who he is.
Title: The Roads we walk...
Pairing: Kurt/Sebastian
Warning: Anmesia
Beta: Thanks to The Other, all mistakes are mine
Disclaimer: Glee is not mine
Prolouge
Chapter 1: The Hospital
Sebastian Smythe had been in America for just four days, and he still wasn’t quite sure if he wanted to be there. His school year in Paris had ended five days ago, and he and his mother had flown out as soon as possible to join the rest of the family in New York. His two older siblings, Katherine and Oliver, were both in college in the big city, and he hadn't seen them since Christmas, so he was really looking forward to it. His mother, father, and him had lived in France the last two years. His mother, Vivian, who was French, was in the fashion business and owned a company that spread throughout the western world, but had two bases; Paris and New York. His father, Richard, had been working as a lawyer the last few years in Paris, helping a cousin of his wife starting up a business, but had been offered the position of state attorney in New York. They were back in the states to meet family, and to decide what was happening next. Vivian had to stay in Paris for work, and Richard and Sebastian had to decide what to do, and neither really knew just yet.
Sebastian and his mother had taken a little detour to visit the few relatives they had in Ohio, and were currently on their way to Buffalo to visit some more cousins, and then they would be driving to New York. Sebastian knew the road well, because even though he had grown up in New York, his grandparents’ lived in Columbus and his aunt and uncle lived in Buffalo, so his family had taken this road many times.
By the time they drove by Erie, it had become dark and they could only really see the road. Sebastian had been dozing on and off for an hour or so when his mother suddenly broke the silence in the car, with her French accented American.
“What in the world...”
Sebastian looked at her in confusion, but she was looking at the side of the road and slowing down the car. He looked out to see what she had noticed, and sat up in surprise when he saw a person stumbling along the road. The car stopped and they both jumped out, moving towards whoever it was a little cautiously.
“Hey, are you okay?”
When there was no answer to be had, they both moved a little closer, his mother seeming it safe and carefully touching the boys’ face and shoulder. It was a boy, Sebastian could see now. He was rather thin and he was bleeding heavily from the wound in his head. His brown hair was mattered in the blood and all in all he looked like he was barely standing on his feet. Even through all this, all Sebastian could think was I wonder if his skin is as silky as it looks. When he carefully laid his hand on the boy's cheek, his first thought was It really is. Which he felt kind of horrible for.
His mother was trying to get through to the boy, but he didn't seem to be able to answer, one way or another. Sebastian tried talking to him as well, but before long, the boy's body seemed to just collapse in on himself, and Sebastian barely managed to catch him in his arms before he hit the road. He carefully lifted the smaller body as his mother told him to get in the car.
“Come on, mon cher, we will drive him to the hospital in Buffalo, it is no point in calling an ambulance just to have to wait for it first.”
Sebastian just nodded his head and held the small body close as he tried to sit down in the passenger seat without hurting him too much. As he got in, he pushed the seat as far back it could go, and held onto the other boy. He was flinching and making nonsense noises, so Sebastian started stroking the back of his hair that was blood free, and started singing quietly in his ear. The other boy seemed to calm down and soon his whole body relaxed, as if he fell asleep. His mother drove the car, quite a bit faster than before, and he found a t-shirt in the back, pressing it onto the head wound just in case as she rang up the hospital.
“Hello, yes, this is Vivian Smythe, I am calling because my son and I found a boy walking along the road, with a big head wound and possibly some other injuries. Yes. No, we are driving towards Buffalo now, we are maybe half an hour away. Yes. Yes, we are doing that currently. No, he seems to have fallen asleep, maybe lost consciousness. No, he did not say his name, but he looks to be about my son's age, maybe 17 or 18. Okay, we will. Thank you.”
They drive in silence, the only sound being Sebastian low singing to the other boy.
27 minutes later they pull into the parking lot to the hospital, and his mother ran in whilst Sebastian climbed out of the car as carefully as he could. Half way over the parking lot, two medical staff came running out with a gurney, and soon they were running in again, working efficiently to check the small boy out.
After answering some questions from the nurse at the reception, the police came and asked them the same questions. Neither Sebastian, nor his mother knew the answers to any of them, as they had never met the slight boy before. The police had gotten a hold of his possessions after a while, but it was only clothes and didn't have any ID of any kind. As the two were finally left alone, Sebastian sat down in the waiting area with a sigh before looking up at his mother in concern. She was very tired, after a long day of diving and then this, but Sebastian knew that she would never leave the unknown boy alone unless they knew his family was coming, and Sebastian really didn't want to leave anyways.
“Mom, you're dead on your feet. Why don't you drive to Uncle Charlie and sleep for a while, and I will stay here until we know more. I'll call you if anything happens, and there will probably be hours of waiting before something happens. Just let me go grab a change in the car and a book to read, and I'm all set for a while.” Sebastian stood up and started leading his mother towards the doors.
“Yes, maybe it is a good idea. You call the minute something happens, promise me.”
“I will, I promise.”
Sebastian had been sitting in the waiting room for just an hour when he recognized the doctor that had taken the slight boy from his arms coming down the hall. He stood up slowly, approaching the haggard looking man, trying to catch his attention. The man looked at him questioningly.
“Hi, I was just wondering what happened with the young boy, me and my mother found him, and I wanted to make sure he was okay before I left.”
Understanding lit up in the doctors eyes. “Oh, of course. There was really only a head injury, and he only fainted because he had lost so much blood. We stitched him up, and he is getting the blood he needs, so he should wake up once the anesthetic wears off.”
Sebastian smiled in thanks and gave him a nod, but he had noticed the way the doctors’ smile was strained and he wondered what he hadn't been told. Of course, he probably wasn't supposed to tell anyone not family, but it put Sebastian on edge, and he decided to keep his ears open. He sent off a quick text to his mom, explaining things, before he sat down with the book again.
Three more hours passed, though Sebastian was using too much of his attention to listen to doctors and nurses to actually read much of the book. He sat up a little straighter when the familiar doctor and a police officer came walking towards him, and when it was clear they actually wanted to talk to him, he got up from the uncomfortable chair.
The policeman was the same he had talked to earlier - Officer Serento - and he greeted the men with an unsure smile as they stopped in front of him and Officer Serento started talking.
“The boy you brought in - did he say anything at all to you when you found him?”
Sebastian was a little confused as to why they were asking him this again, as they had gone over that five hours earlier. “No, as I said officer, he was barely even conscious when we found him. It seemed like he was working on pure will, and when he realized someone was there that could keep him safe, he collapsed. He didn't say a word.”
“Was there anything at all on the ground where you found him?”
This question was new, and Sebastian wondered what has happened, but answered the best he could. “There could have been, I was too focused on him to notice anything. If it was, it was something small. He was standing on asphalt, and there were no bushes or anything close by, but he looked like he had been walking for a while, so there might be something.”
The officer nodded, wrote something on his pad, and continued talking. “We can't be sure, but it seems like he has been in a car accident. His head injury is fitting to a car suddenly stopping. We haven't gotten a call about any accidents out that way, but we have sent patrol cars to look around.”
“Can I ask what happened?” Sebastian was getting really curious about this - couldn't they just wait until the boy woke up?
The two men looked at each other for a few seconds before the officer nodded his head, and they turned to look at him again. This time it was the doctor doing the talking.
“The patient woke up half an hour ago. The problem is that he doesn't remember. Anything at all - not even his own name. Now, this is rather unusual for such a small head injury, as people in car accidents might forget the accident in itself, but rarely any more. After looking through the CAT scans we took, however, we found a small brain tumor. The trauma to his head put pressure on the tumor, which again put pressure on the wrong places in his brain. We are prepping him for surgery as we speak, and it might help the memory, but not necessarily. The reason we are telling you this, is mostly because he might remember you and your mother, and we wanted to ask you after the surgery to talk to him, and help us figure out what is going on with his brain.”
Sebastian was a bit in shock. He had of course heard of people losing their memories, but he didn't think it was all that common - and to actually know of someone was a little strange. After a few moments he managed to stutter a reply. “Yeah, of course we'll help. How long will the surgery be? I can call my mother and ask her to come when it's done.”
“Well, the surgery itself will be maybe an hour, and then two-three more hours for him to wake up should be enough.”
“Okay, thanks for telling me.”
He walked out to parking lot, breathing in the spring air as he called his mother, telling her what was going on. She was shocked, naturally, and started crying for the young boy they didn't know, but who might only know them.
Another hour and a half went by before Sebastian saw the doctor again.
“The surgery went fine, the tumor is out, but now we just have to wait. You can go see him if you wish.”
“Thanks, I'll do that.” the doctor gave him a room number, and Sebastian grabbed his things before heading towards the right floor and room.
The door was closed, and he opened it carefully to be sure he was at the right place. As soon he saw the pale figure in the bed, his heart lurched and he walked into the room. The other boy looked so small and defenseless - not that he had looked any better when they had found him. The big bed made him look even smaller, and uncharacteristically Sebastian found himself just wanting to help this boy in any way he could. He was not what anyone would call nice - he had few friends, and trusted even fewer people. He loved his family, but that was a far as his love had ever stretched, and yet his heart still went out to this boy. It could, of course be because he didn't remember anything, but he had wanted to care of him from the second he saw him on the road.
A moan came from the bed, and Sebastian looked up at the smaller boy. His face was scrunched up like he was having a nightmare, and when it didn't let up after a few minutes, Sebastian dragged his chair closer and sat down right next to the bed. He put one arm over the other boy in an attempt of a half hug, and carefully touched his own cheek to his while hushing him. The reaction was almost instant, the smaller boy curling his face towards Sebastian's neck and relaxing as he inhaled. Sebastian carefully laid his head next to the patient on the pillow, and when he still stayed calm, Sebastian relaxed there. Only minutes later, the sleep deprived boy fall asleep.
KURTBASTIAN
Chapter 2: Waking up
Title: The Roads we walk...
Pairing: Kurt/Sebastian
Warning: Anmesia
Beta: Thanks to The Other, all mistakes are mine
Disclaimer: Glee is not mine
Prolouge
Chapter 1: The Hospital
Sebastian Smythe had been in America for just four days, and he still wasn’t quite sure if he wanted to be there. His school year in Paris had ended five days ago, and he and his mother had flown out as soon as possible to join the rest of the family in New York. His two older siblings, Katherine and Oliver, were both in college in the big city, and he hadn't seen them since Christmas, so he was really looking forward to it. His mother, father, and him had lived in France the last two years. His mother, Vivian, who was French, was in the fashion business and owned a company that spread throughout the western world, but had two bases; Paris and New York. His father, Richard, had been working as a lawyer the last few years in Paris, helping a cousin of his wife starting up a business, but had been offered the position of state attorney in New York. They were back in the states to meet family, and to decide what was happening next. Vivian had to stay in Paris for work, and Richard and Sebastian had to decide what to do, and neither really knew just yet.
Sebastian and his mother had taken a little detour to visit the few relatives they had in Ohio, and were currently on their way to Buffalo to visit some more cousins, and then they would be driving to New York. Sebastian knew the road well, because even though he had grown up in New York, his grandparents’ lived in Columbus and his aunt and uncle lived in Buffalo, so his family had taken this road many times.
By the time they drove by Erie, it had become dark and they could only really see the road. Sebastian had been dozing on and off for an hour or so when his mother suddenly broke the silence in the car, with her French accented American.
“What in the world...”
Sebastian looked at her in confusion, but she was looking at the side of the road and slowing down the car. He looked out to see what she had noticed, and sat up in surprise when he saw a person stumbling along the road. The car stopped and they both jumped out, moving towards whoever it was a little cautiously.
“Hey, are you okay?”
When there was no answer to be had, they both moved a little closer, his mother seeming it safe and carefully touching the boys’ face and shoulder. It was a boy, Sebastian could see now. He was rather thin and he was bleeding heavily from the wound in his head. His brown hair was mattered in the blood and all in all he looked like he was barely standing on his feet. Even through all this, all Sebastian could think was I wonder if his skin is as silky as it looks. When he carefully laid his hand on the boy's cheek, his first thought was It really is. Which he felt kind of horrible for.
His mother was trying to get through to the boy, but he didn't seem to be able to answer, one way or another. Sebastian tried talking to him as well, but before long, the boy's body seemed to just collapse in on himself, and Sebastian barely managed to catch him in his arms before he hit the road. He carefully lifted the smaller body as his mother told him to get in the car.
“Come on, mon cher, we will drive him to the hospital in Buffalo, it is no point in calling an ambulance just to have to wait for it first.”
Sebastian just nodded his head and held the small body close as he tried to sit down in the passenger seat without hurting him too much. As he got in, he pushed the seat as far back it could go, and held onto the other boy. He was flinching and making nonsense noises, so Sebastian started stroking the back of his hair that was blood free, and started singing quietly in his ear. The other boy seemed to calm down and soon his whole body relaxed, as if he fell asleep. His mother drove the car, quite a bit faster than before, and he found a t-shirt in the back, pressing it onto the head wound just in case as she rang up the hospital.
“Hello, yes, this is Vivian Smythe, I am calling because my son and I found a boy walking along the road, with a big head wound and possibly some other injuries. Yes. No, we are driving towards Buffalo now, we are maybe half an hour away. Yes. Yes, we are doing that currently. No, he seems to have fallen asleep, maybe lost consciousness. No, he did not say his name, but he looks to be about my son's age, maybe 17 or 18. Okay, we will. Thank you.”
They drive in silence, the only sound being Sebastian low singing to the other boy.
27 minutes later they pull into the parking lot to the hospital, and his mother ran in whilst Sebastian climbed out of the car as carefully as he could. Half way over the parking lot, two medical staff came running out with a gurney, and soon they were running in again, working efficiently to check the small boy out.
After answering some questions from the nurse at the reception, the police came and asked them the same questions. Neither Sebastian, nor his mother knew the answers to any of them, as they had never met the slight boy before. The police had gotten a hold of his possessions after a while, but it was only clothes and didn't have any ID of any kind. As the two were finally left alone, Sebastian sat down in the waiting area with a sigh before looking up at his mother in concern. She was very tired, after a long day of diving and then this, but Sebastian knew that she would never leave the unknown boy alone unless they knew his family was coming, and Sebastian really didn't want to leave anyways.
“Mom, you're dead on your feet. Why don't you drive to Uncle Charlie and sleep for a while, and I will stay here until we know more. I'll call you if anything happens, and there will probably be hours of waiting before something happens. Just let me go grab a change in the car and a book to read, and I'm all set for a while.” Sebastian stood up and started leading his mother towards the doors.
“Yes, maybe it is a good idea. You call the minute something happens, promise me.”
“I will, I promise.”
Sebastian had been sitting in the waiting room for just an hour when he recognized the doctor that had taken the slight boy from his arms coming down the hall. He stood up slowly, approaching the haggard looking man, trying to catch his attention. The man looked at him questioningly.
“Hi, I was just wondering what happened with the young boy, me and my mother found him, and I wanted to make sure he was okay before I left.”
Understanding lit up in the doctors eyes. “Oh, of course. There was really only a head injury, and he only fainted because he had lost so much blood. We stitched him up, and he is getting the blood he needs, so he should wake up once the anesthetic wears off.”
Sebastian smiled in thanks and gave him a nod, but he had noticed the way the doctors’ smile was strained and he wondered what he hadn't been told. Of course, he probably wasn't supposed to tell anyone not family, but it put Sebastian on edge, and he decided to keep his ears open. He sent off a quick text to his mom, explaining things, before he sat down with the book again.
Three more hours passed, though Sebastian was using too much of his attention to listen to doctors and nurses to actually read much of the book. He sat up a little straighter when the familiar doctor and a police officer came walking towards him, and when it was clear they actually wanted to talk to him, he got up from the uncomfortable chair.
The policeman was the same he had talked to earlier - Officer Serento - and he greeted the men with an unsure smile as they stopped in front of him and Officer Serento started talking.
“The boy you brought in - did he say anything at all to you when you found him?”
Sebastian was a little confused as to why they were asking him this again, as they had gone over that five hours earlier. “No, as I said officer, he was barely even conscious when we found him. It seemed like he was working on pure will, and when he realized someone was there that could keep him safe, he collapsed. He didn't say a word.”
“Was there anything at all on the ground where you found him?”
This question was new, and Sebastian wondered what has happened, but answered the best he could. “There could have been, I was too focused on him to notice anything. If it was, it was something small. He was standing on asphalt, and there were no bushes or anything close by, but he looked like he had been walking for a while, so there might be something.”
The officer nodded, wrote something on his pad, and continued talking. “We can't be sure, but it seems like he has been in a car accident. His head injury is fitting to a car suddenly stopping. We haven't gotten a call about any accidents out that way, but we have sent patrol cars to look around.”
“Can I ask what happened?” Sebastian was getting really curious about this - couldn't they just wait until the boy woke up?
The two men looked at each other for a few seconds before the officer nodded his head, and they turned to look at him again. This time it was the doctor doing the talking.
“The patient woke up half an hour ago. The problem is that he doesn't remember. Anything at all - not even his own name. Now, this is rather unusual for such a small head injury, as people in car accidents might forget the accident in itself, but rarely any more. After looking through the CAT scans we took, however, we found a small brain tumor. The trauma to his head put pressure on the tumor, which again put pressure on the wrong places in his brain. We are prepping him for surgery as we speak, and it might help the memory, but not necessarily. The reason we are telling you this, is mostly because he might remember you and your mother, and we wanted to ask you after the surgery to talk to him, and help us figure out what is going on with his brain.”
Sebastian was a bit in shock. He had of course heard of people losing their memories, but he didn't think it was all that common - and to actually know of someone was a little strange. After a few moments he managed to stutter a reply. “Yeah, of course we'll help. How long will the surgery be? I can call my mother and ask her to come when it's done.”
“Well, the surgery itself will be maybe an hour, and then two-three more hours for him to wake up should be enough.”
“Okay, thanks for telling me.”
He walked out to parking lot, breathing in the spring air as he called his mother, telling her what was going on. She was shocked, naturally, and started crying for the young boy they didn't know, but who might only know them.
Another hour and a half went by before Sebastian saw the doctor again.
“The surgery went fine, the tumor is out, but now we just have to wait. You can go see him if you wish.”
“Thanks, I'll do that.” the doctor gave him a room number, and Sebastian grabbed his things before heading towards the right floor and room.
The door was closed, and he opened it carefully to be sure he was at the right place. As soon he saw the pale figure in the bed, his heart lurched and he walked into the room. The other boy looked so small and defenseless - not that he had looked any better when they had found him. The big bed made him look even smaller, and uncharacteristically Sebastian found himself just wanting to help this boy in any way he could. He was not what anyone would call nice - he had few friends, and trusted even fewer people. He loved his family, but that was a far as his love had ever stretched, and yet his heart still went out to this boy. It could, of course be because he didn't remember anything, but he had wanted to care of him from the second he saw him on the road.
A moan came from the bed, and Sebastian looked up at the smaller boy. His face was scrunched up like he was having a nightmare, and when it didn't let up after a few minutes, Sebastian dragged his chair closer and sat down right next to the bed. He put one arm over the other boy in an attempt of a half hug, and carefully touched his own cheek to his while hushing him. The reaction was almost instant, the smaller boy curling his face towards Sebastian's neck and relaxing as he inhaled. Sebastian carefully laid his head next to the patient on the pillow, and when he still stayed calm, Sebastian relaxed there. Only minutes later, the sleep deprived boy fall asleep.
KURTBASTIAN
Chapter 2: Waking up