Fifth Prompt Post
Welcome to the Glee Angst Meme again! You know how these things work. You can come here and prompt your most angsty prompts, and write stories filling those angsty prompts to let our characters suffer
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"Sorry," one of the nurse said, a small, apologetic smile crossing his lips. "He gets like this sometimes."
Burt collapsed in a chair, his heart racing and his blood cold with fear, as everyone else went to work on Kurt. They had to clean him like he was a child. Locked away, he'd had no access to a bathroom. They could have put him on a catheter, but they couldn't, or maybe didn't want to, keep him asleep all the time.
While out, Kurt was bathed, clothed, and put back into bed. Burt watched them silently, waiting for them to finish. The female nurse who had taken over the main duties tucked him in and ran a hand through his hair before turning to Burt.
"He should be up in a few hours. Do you want to stay with him?"
Burt nodded. "Yeah. Thanks."
The day passed slowly. Burt stayed by Kurt's bedside, afraid to touch him, until the staff forced him to go home and rest. He would have stayed all night if they'd let him.
Kurt had chewed gashes into his arm while Burt was away. Burt let the doctors talk, but their words passed right over his head. Kurt was looking at him. There was no recognition in his haunted blue eyes, but he at least seemed to register that there were other people in the room, people who weren't going to hurt him.
Carole came later in the day. Her eyes filled with tears the moment she entered the room.
"Hi," she said, coming to stand with Burt by Kurt's bed. "I'm Carole."
Kurt ignored her. He had gone back to his rocking.
"Oh, Burt." Carole turned and hid her face in her husband's neck. "The poor boy," she murmured. "That poor, poor boy."
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