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FILL: Baby It's Fate, Not Luck (3/5) - AU: Soulmates--Kurt/Blaine, shootingsynia09January 9 2012, 19:54:18 UTC
The guy frowned, "That's not a magical cure-all thing. You still need to put pressure on the wound if you don't want him to bleed out."
"That's what I keep telling her." Kurt commented. He had always been wary of Rachel's blind faith in destiny.
"I don't know how." She admitted, sounding vulnerable.
"Shut up if you don't wanna end up like him." The shooter warned, gesturing wildly with his gun between Rachel and the young stranger who had spoken.
"Please, let me help him. I have basic paramedic training, I can keep him from bleeding out. Please? He was just trying to help his friend."
"Fine, go play doctor. But don't try anything funny. I'm watching you."
The guy asked to retrieve a towel from his bag so he could use it in place of bandages and the man waved the gun in his direction, telling him to hurry up and get it over with.
"And you," the robber pointed to Rachel with his gun, "move away and shut up unless you want me to shoot someone else because of you."
Rachel did as ordered, trembling visibly. The guy walked over and kneeled beside Kurt, "I'm going to use this towel to put pressure on the wound, okay? It will hurt a little but it's the only way to stop the bleeding."
Kurt nodded and said through gritted teeth, "I doubt it can hurt more than this."
"Do you have any difficulty breathing?" he asked as he took hold of Kurt's wrist to check his pulse.
Kurt shook his head lightly, "No."
"Good. Can you move your hands?"
Kurt clenched and unclenched both hands.
"Your feet?"
Both feet moved.
"Good. That's really good. It means there's no damage to the spine." He gave Kurt a reassuring smile that Kurt tried to reciprocate but it turned into a grimace.
The robber who had shot Kurt was pacing up and down to keep an eye on everyone as his accomplice had moved on to the manager's office - terrified cashier held at gunpoint - in search of the safe. Kurt was barely aware of anything beside pain. He tried really hard to fight off the light-headedness that was slowly taking over him and ignore the rapidly soaking towel by focusing on the stranger's words.
"You were so brave. You saved your friend's life, do you realize that? Just a little more courage now, ok? Can you do that for me?" his right hand pushed away a stray lock of hair that had fallen on Kurt's forehead and Kurt followed the movement with his gaze before closing his eyes and biting hard on his lip. A heart wrenching sob escaped him and tears streamed down his face.
"Shh. I've got you." The stranger soothed. "Help will come soon."
"My Blaine." Kurt half whispered half sobbed.
The stranger froze, "What?"
Kurt opened his eyes to look at him and more tears spilled down his cheeks, "You're my Blaine."
"Kurt?" Blaine asked with a trembling voice and wide eyes. His gaze shifting to his right palm where the name he had treasured for so long was carved into his skin.
Kurt offered his left hand with Blaine's name on it and Blaine grabbed it, holding it tightly.
"Kurt, oh my god, it's you. Hold on, ok? I'm here. I'm going to take care of you. Don't leave me now."
Kurt started sobbing again, "I'm so sorry."
"No. Don't say stuff like that. You're going to be fine. Stay with me, Kurt. Stay with me." Blaine's voice had raised now and a tear had slipped down his cheek.
Rachel, who had caught everything they were saying, was clasping both of her hands on her mouth while she shook with silent sobs.
Blaine kept whispering soothingly to Kurt as he valiantly tried to fight off the frantic edge in his voice and used both hands to put more pressure on the wound. Kurt was paling visibly and his breath was getting labored. Blaine couldn't tell if it was because of the crying or if Kurt was going in shock because of the wound. Either way there wasn't much he could do in their situation.
"Blaine."
"I'm here. I'm never leaving you."
"I'm so sorry."
"Stop saying that. You have nothing to apologize for. Just stay with me, ok? I've been looking for you forever, don't leave me now."
The guy frowned, "That's not a magical cure-all thing. You still need to put pressure on the wound if you don't want him to bleed out."
"That's what I keep telling her." Kurt commented. He had always been wary of Rachel's blind faith in destiny.
"I don't know how." She admitted, sounding vulnerable.
"Shut up if you don't wanna end up like him." The shooter warned, gesturing wildly with his gun between Rachel and the young stranger who had spoken.
"Please, let me help him. I have basic paramedic training, I can keep him from bleeding out. Please? He was just trying to help his friend."
"Fine, go play doctor. But don't try anything funny. I'm watching you."
The guy asked to retrieve a towel from his bag so he could use it in place of bandages and the man waved the gun in his direction, telling him to hurry up and get it over with.
"And you," the robber pointed to Rachel with his gun, "move away and shut up unless you want me to shoot someone else because of you."
Rachel did as ordered, trembling visibly. The guy walked over and kneeled beside Kurt, "I'm going to use this towel to put pressure on the wound, okay? It will hurt a little but it's the only way to stop the bleeding."
Kurt nodded and said through gritted teeth, "I doubt it can hurt more than this."
"Do you have any difficulty breathing?" he asked as he took hold of Kurt's wrist to check his pulse.
Kurt shook his head lightly, "No."
"Good. Can you move your hands?"
Kurt clenched and unclenched both hands.
"Your feet?"
Both feet moved.
"Good. That's really good. It means there's no damage to the spine." He gave Kurt a reassuring smile that Kurt tried to reciprocate but it turned into a grimace.
The robber who had shot Kurt was pacing up and down to keep an eye on everyone as his accomplice had moved on to the manager's office - terrified cashier held at gunpoint - in search of the safe. Kurt was barely aware of anything beside pain. He tried really hard to fight off the light-headedness that was slowly taking over him and ignore the rapidly soaking towel by focusing on the stranger's words.
"You were so brave. You saved your friend's life, do you realize that? Just a little more courage now, ok? Can you do that for me?" his right hand pushed away a stray lock of hair that had fallen on Kurt's forehead and Kurt followed the movement with his gaze before closing his eyes and biting hard on his lip. A heart wrenching sob escaped him and tears streamed down his face.
"Shh. I've got you." The stranger soothed. "Help will come soon."
"My Blaine." Kurt half whispered half sobbed.
The stranger froze, "What?"
Kurt opened his eyes to look at him and more tears spilled down his cheeks, "You're my Blaine."
"Kurt?" Blaine asked with a trembling voice and wide eyes. His gaze shifting to his right palm where the name he had treasured for so long was carved into his skin.
Kurt offered his left hand with Blaine's name on it and Blaine grabbed it, holding it tightly.
"Kurt, oh my god, it's you. Hold on, ok? I'm here. I'm going to take care of you. Don't leave me now."
Kurt started sobbing again, "I'm so sorry."
"No. Don't say stuff like that. You're going to be fine. Stay with me, Kurt. Stay with me." Blaine's voice had raised now and a tear had slipped down his cheek.
Rachel, who had caught everything they were saying, was clasping both of her hands on her mouth while she shook with silent sobs.
Blaine kept whispering soothingly to Kurt as he valiantly tried to fight off the frantic edge in his voice and used both hands to put more pressure on the wound. Kurt was paling visibly and his breath was getting labored. Blaine couldn't tell if it was because of the crying or if Kurt was going in shock because of the wound. Either way there wasn't much he could do in their situation.
"Blaine."
"I'm here. I'm never leaving you."
"I'm so sorry."
"Stop saying that. You have nothing to apologize for. Just stay with me, ok? I've been looking for you forever, don't leave me now."
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