fic: Peaches, Chapter 3
Title: Peaches, Chapter Three
Author: finurtchel
Rating: R (mainly to keep the whole story together as later chapters are the R parts)
Spoilers: none in this chapter, really.
Warnings: angst, sadness, lots of humour (not that that's a warning!)
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee.
Summary: Finn is involved in a fender-bender while driving Kurt's car.
Author's Comments: Sorry this has taken so long to get up and sorry again that its a bit short. I don't really know if it works, but I hope you like it. I'm sorry in advance for any mistakes or anything that is wrong or doesn't make sense. Note: this is in both Finn and Kurt's POV's, just so you don't get confused. Please review!!
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All I could feel was dizziness.
The room was spinning, spinning, spinning; it was like I was on a really fast merry-go-round.
There were voices, so many voices.
They were loud and quiet, moving around the room as I kept on spinning and spinning.
I was probably floating on a cloud. Whatever it was didn’t feel like much.
All I could see was some red, blurry stuff and some moving lights. That made no sense.
And I just felt like nothing.
I was all numb.
I was just a floating thing in a weird spinning, noisy, blurry place.
I didn’t know where I was.
Or what I was.
Or what was around me.
And I was pretty sure I didn’t want to find out.
~
We ran into the hospital like crazy people. Dad and I took position on either side of Carole, supporting her as we ran; we were a complete unit in hysteria, pace and panic - I’m pretty sure if this was happening in a different situation, it probably would have been quite comical.
It was funny, because as I ran into the hospital with Dad and Carole, I knew, deep down, that Finn was okay, but it was like Carole’s energies were passing through me, straight to my heart and I couldn’t process anything logically. I kept finding myself thinking that Finn was dead and I was never going to see him again and I was giving myself guilty trips for letting him borrow the car when I’d known all about his driving malfunctions. My heart was racing so hard that I was surprised that I hadn’t passed out and my palms were so sweaty that it was probably going to take days to get them back to the perfect skin quality I had them in before.
Not that I was even paying attention to that at the time (the drastic procedures to fix that would come much later). Nothing mattered to me more than Finn. Nothing mattered more than getting into the hospital, passed the reception, into the waiting room, and into the emergency room where Finn was. And I swore, if they didn’t let us in to see him ASAP, I was probably going to have to hit someone.
~
Suddenly, it was quiet again.
Again? To be honest, I don’t remember when it was EVER quiet, but whatever.
It was quiet and I was totally freaking out.
And then I freaked out even more when I wasn’t numb any more.
This shocking, stinging pain was throbbing in my head.
And then it was moving down towards my shoulders and my knees.
It hurt so much.
I wanted to cry out, but I just gurgled stupidly instead.
Where had the voices gone?
Why did it feel like I was all alone in pain?
All alone.
But then, suddenly, I wasn’t all alone anymore.
I could hear gentle, mumbling voices saying my name.
My cheeks were suddenly cold and wet.
And then a soft, slightly wet hand touched my arm.
It felt like a miracle.
~
The waiting room’s chairs were hard and plastic so I didn’t bother sitting on one. Instead I paced around the room with Carole and my dad stood awkwardly on the side, his eyes swiveling backwards and forwards between us.
After what seemed like years of waiting, a door opened and a doctor came out and walked over to us.
“Good evening, I’m Dr. Scott. You must be the Hummel’s?” He asked, giving us a small smile.
We nodded, unable to speak just yet.
“Come this way. Mr. Hudson is just in a room through here,” he said, beckoning for us to follow him.
I grabbed Carole’s hand quickly and all three of us walked quickly after Dr. Scott, following him down the hall. With every step, I felt my breath leaving me, my heart beating harder, and my whole body feeling clammier and clammier.
As we walked, Dr. Scott talked.
“There’s nothing to worry about,” Dr. Scott told us. “Your son is fine,” he said, mostly to Carole, I guess. “It was just a minor car accident that could have gone much worse. He’s very lucky, considering the circumstances. We’re going to have to keep him in overnight, though. He fractured the clavicle in his right shoulder so he’s going to have to wear a sling for the next few weeks and, provided that he keeps the clavicle in place, we probably won’t need to get him for surgery. His right knee is also fractured, which is easy to take care of. We’ve wrapped it up with bandages to stabalise it and he needs to use an ice pack, of any equivalent means, on it every few hours, every day for the next few weeks. He might get nauseous because of the knee fracture, and if that happens he’ll need a lot of rest. He has bruising in the shoulder and knee areas and a head wound, but with a lot of rest over the next few weeks, he’ll be as good as new. I’ll write all this down for you to have when you leave,” he added, as we finally came to a stop outside a closed door.
“Here he is,” Dr. Scott said. “I’ll let you be and come back in 10 minutes to see how he’s going. Nurse Greene is in there if you have any questions.”
Carole nodded. “Thanks, Dr. Scott,” she said, quietly. I noticed that a bit of colour had come back into her face now that she knew the details of Finn’s injuries and I was pretty sure I probably looked the same as she did.
Dr. Scott nodded, turned around and walked back the way we’d come, whistling to himself.
I looked after him for a moment before looking at Carole and giving her a smile. Slowly, she drew in a breath, opened the door and we cautiously slipped inside, Dad closing the door behind us.
And finally, there he was; he was lying to still on the bed of white and it would have been such an angelic picture if his face wasn’t screwed up in pain. His eyes were all bunched up, causing deep creases in his forehead and his lips were pressed tight together.
I vaguely remember feeling Carole walking passed me and saying “Finn, oh, Finn” or something, but I only had eyes for Finn. I stepped closer to the bed, my dad remaining behind me, and leant in to have a closer look at his face. There were tears streaking down his face and I almost gasped in the agony of the expression on his face.
Biting my lip to fight off my own tears, I reached forwards and rested my hand on Finn’s arm gently. He felt cold, but after I gently stroked my hand up and down his arm, his whole body shivered and he opened his eyes.
~
The hand was soft and gentle and when it brushed up my arm, I forgot everything else.
I opened my eyes quickly and there he was.
Kurt.
Looking straight back at me, his eyes sparkling with tears.
He looked surprised to find me looking at him.
And boy, did I look at him.
He was the most beautiful thing in the world.
I heard a gasp on the other side of me, but I couldn’t tear my gaze away from his.
He was here (wherever that was, I still wasn’t sure), here to see me.
He didn’t hate me.
I wasn’t alone.
All that was good in the world had been brought back to me.
And I was pretty sure that if I was dead, this was definitely heaven.
Still looking at Kurt, I slowly lifted my left arm and reached out towards Kurt.
My arm was heavy before but now it just felt light.
Kurt stared at me in shock, before reaching his other arm towards me.
He grabbed my hand and lowered our hands down to rest on the bed.
I smiled weakly at him and looked down.
Our hands looked perfect together, just lying there on the bed.
I smiled happily and squeezed Kurt’s hand.
Then I looked back up at him.
His eyes were bright with tears, his sunny smile on his face.
I sighed happily before looking away from him.
I looked around the room and saw Burt, who smiled at me and lifted a hand.
I nodded at him, still smiling.
I turned my head and saw my Mum, sitting there, her face tearful.
She reached over and stroked my face when I looked at her.
I gave her my biggest smile before moving my head back and closing my eyes.
I wasn’t sure if I could speak, but I was pretty sure I didn’t need to.
I’d already said all that I needed to say.
Chapter Four: Before The Guilt Falls Away
Author: finurtchel
Rating: R (mainly to keep the whole story together as later chapters are the R parts)
Spoilers: none in this chapter, really.
Warnings: angst, sadness, lots of humour (not that that's a warning!)
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee.
Summary: Finn is involved in a fender-bender while driving Kurt's car.
Author's Comments: Sorry this has taken so long to get up and sorry again that its a bit short. I don't really know if it works, but I hope you like it. I'm sorry in advance for any mistakes or anything that is wrong or doesn't make sense. Note: this is in both Finn and Kurt's POV's, just so you don't get confused. Please review!!
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All I could feel was dizziness.
The room was spinning, spinning, spinning; it was like I was on a really fast merry-go-round.
There were voices, so many voices.
They were loud and quiet, moving around the room as I kept on spinning and spinning.
I was probably floating on a cloud. Whatever it was didn’t feel like much.
All I could see was some red, blurry stuff and some moving lights. That made no sense.
And I just felt like nothing.
I was all numb.
I was just a floating thing in a weird spinning, noisy, blurry place.
I didn’t know where I was.
Or what I was.
Or what was around me.
And I was pretty sure I didn’t want to find out.
~
We ran into the hospital like crazy people. Dad and I took position on either side of Carole, supporting her as we ran; we were a complete unit in hysteria, pace and panic - I’m pretty sure if this was happening in a different situation, it probably would have been quite comical.
It was funny, because as I ran into the hospital with Dad and Carole, I knew, deep down, that Finn was okay, but it was like Carole’s energies were passing through me, straight to my heart and I couldn’t process anything logically. I kept finding myself thinking that Finn was dead and I was never going to see him again and I was giving myself guilty trips for letting him borrow the car when I’d known all about his driving malfunctions. My heart was racing so hard that I was surprised that I hadn’t passed out and my palms were so sweaty that it was probably going to take days to get them back to the perfect skin quality I had them in before.
Not that I was even paying attention to that at the time (the drastic procedures to fix that would come much later). Nothing mattered to me more than Finn. Nothing mattered more than getting into the hospital, passed the reception, into the waiting room, and into the emergency room where Finn was. And I swore, if they didn’t let us in to see him ASAP, I was probably going to have to hit someone.
~
Suddenly, it was quiet again.
Again? To be honest, I don’t remember when it was EVER quiet, but whatever.
It was quiet and I was totally freaking out.
And then I freaked out even more when I wasn’t numb any more.
This shocking, stinging pain was throbbing in my head.
And then it was moving down towards my shoulders and my knees.
It hurt so much.
I wanted to cry out, but I just gurgled stupidly instead.
Where had the voices gone?
Why did it feel like I was all alone in pain?
All alone.
But then, suddenly, I wasn’t all alone anymore.
I could hear gentle, mumbling voices saying my name.
My cheeks were suddenly cold and wet.
And then a soft, slightly wet hand touched my arm.
It felt like a miracle.
~
The waiting room’s chairs were hard and plastic so I didn’t bother sitting on one. Instead I paced around the room with Carole and my dad stood awkwardly on the side, his eyes swiveling backwards and forwards between us.
After what seemed like years of waiting, a door opened and a doctor came out and walked over to us.
“Good evening, I’m Dr. Scott. You must be the Hummel’s?” He asked, giving us a small smile.
We nodded, unable to speak just yet.
“Come this way. Mr. Hudson is just in a room through here,” he said, beckoning for us to follow him.
I grabbed Carole’s hand quickly and all three of us walked quickly after Dr. Scott, following him down the hall. With every step, I felt my breath leaving me, my heart beating harder, and my whole body feeling clammier and clammier.
As we walked, Dr. Scott talked.
“There’s nothing to worry about,” Dr. Scott told us. “Your son is fine,” he said, mostly to Carole, I guess. “It was just a minor car accident that could have gone much worse. He’s very lucky, considering the circumstances. We’re going to have to keep him in overnight, though. He fractured the clavicle in his right shoulder so he’s going to have to wear a sling for the next few weeks and, provided that he keeps the clavicle in place, we probably won’t need to get him for surgery. His right knee is also fractured, which is easy to take care of. We’ve wrapped it up with bandages to stabalise it and he needs to use an ice pack, of any equivalent means, on it every few hours, every day for the next few weeks. He might get nauseous because of the knee fracture, and if that happens he’ll need a lot of rest. He has bruising in the shoulder and knee areas and a head wound, but with a lot of rest over the next few weeks, he’ll be as good as new. I’ll write all this down for you to have when you leave,” he added, as we finally came to a stop outside a closed door.
“Here he is,” Dr. Scott said. “I’ll let you be and come back in 10 minutes to see how he’s going. Nurse Greene is in there if you have any questions.”
Carole nodded. “Thanks, Dr. Scott,” she said, quietly. I noticed that a bit of colour had come back into her face now that she knew the details of Finn’s injuries and I was pretty sure I probably looked the same as she did.
Dr. Scott nodded, turned around and walked back the way we’d come, whistling to himself.
I looked after him for a moment before looking at Carole and giving her a smile. Slowly, she drew in a breath, opened the door and we cautiously slipped inside, Dad closing the door behind us.
And finally, there he was; he was lying to still on the bed of white and it would have been such an angelic picture if his face wasn’t screwed up in pain. His eyes were all bunched up, causing deep creases in his forehead and his lips were pressed tight together.
I vaguely remember feeling Carole walking passed me and saying “Finn, oh, Finn” or something, but I only had eyes for Finn. I stepped closer to the bed, my dad remaining behind me, and leant in to have a closer look at his face. There were tears streaking down his face and I almost gasped in the agony of the expression on his face.
Biting my lip to fight off my own tears, I reached forwards and rested my hand on Finn’s arm gently. He felt cold, but after I gently stroked my hand up and down his arm, his whole body shivered and he opened his eyes.
~
The hand was soft and gentle and when it brushed up my arm, I forgot everything else.
I opened my eyes quickly and there he was.
Kurt.
Looking straight back at me, his eyes sparkling with tears.
He looked surprised to find me looking at him.
And boy, did I look at him.
He was the most beautiful thing in the world.
I heard a gasp on the other side of me, but I couldn’t tear my gaze away from his.
He was here (wherever that was, I still wasn’t sure), here to see me.
He didn’t hate me.
I wasn’t alone.
All that was good in the world had been brought back to me.
And I was pretty sure that if I was dead, this was definitely heaven.
Still looking at Kurt, I slowly lifted my left arm and reached out towards Kurt.
My arm was heavy before but now it just felt light.
Kurt stared at me in shock, before reaching his other arm towards me.
He grabbed my hand and lowered our hands down to rest on the bed.
I smiled weakly at him and looked down.
Our hands looked perfect together, just lying there on the bed.
I smiled happily and squeezed Kurt’s hand.
Then I looked back up at him.
His eyes were bright with tears, his sunny smile on his face.
I sighed happily before looking away from him.
I looked around the room and saw Burt, who smiled at me and lifted a hand.
I nodded at him, still smiling.
I turned my head and saw my Mum, sitting there, her face tearful.
She reached over and stroked my face when I looked at her.
I gave her my biggest smile before moving my head back and closing my eyes.
I wasn’t sure if I could speak, but I was pretty sure I didn’t need to.
I’d already said all that I needed to say.
Chapter Four: Before The Guilt Falls Away