Prompt Post #7
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Puck looked up to see Blaine, of all people, standing over him. “Go away Blaine.”
Blaine stared at him for a long moment, slack-jawed. Puck shoved his fake foot back into his sneaker. It took him only a moment to change back into the other shoe from the skate. He quickly tied his shoes and stood up.
“I knew this was a bad idea.” Puck shook his head and left Blaine standing there.
Puck left the skates by the bench and quickly made his way to the door. He started down the hall, just trying to get some fresh air. He could hear someone behind him, but he didn't slow down. What did he have to say to them, any of them?
"Puck?" It was the one person Puck almost hoped would never found out... his reaction was bound to be the worst.
Finally he realized that by walking away, he was only making things worse. He turned around slowly. "I should have figured Blaine would have to go run and tell someone."
Artie looked at him, confused. "What are you talking about?"
"He told you about my leg, right? I suppose you wanted to see it for yourself, huh?" Puck picked up the leg of his pants to reveal the spot right below his knee where his own leg ended and a fake one began.
"Puck, I had no idea." Artie inhaled sharply. "Blaine didn't say anything to me. I just saw you were leaving and wanted to make sure everything was alright." He eyed Puck's leg until he lowered his cuff again.
Puck let out a quiet, "oh."
"How come you never told me about that? What even happened to you?"
"Remember when I was hurt in the explosion in the war?" Images of the bloody battle came to Puck's mind. He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. "Well, it was maybe worse than I let on. They had to cut it off."
Artie shook his head. "I don't understand. I could have helped you out."
"There wasn't much you could do from half way around the world! Besides, nobody ever really asked me how I was, so I figured it didn't really matter."
"Only because you insisted you were fine," he said softly. Artie didn't seem to want to argue about it. "Anyway, I'm sure you were in rehab when you got back... that must have been hard for you."
Puck's eyes drifted to Artie's wheelchair, figuring exactly what he was getting at. This was exactly what Puck had been scared of. He knew his own trouble probably hit too close to home for Artie's comfort. "Look, I was in a wheelchair for less time than Quinn was, after her accident. I got along just fine on crutches after a few weeks."
Artie narrowed his eyes, having a hard time believing Puck. "I just can't believe I never knew about it. I feel so bad."
"Don't. It was a long time ago, Artie, I'm fine."
"Are you?" Artie asked quietly. The longer Artie studied him, the more uncomfortable Puck got. It was like he thought they had something in common now. Like maybe Puck was disabled or something.
"It's really not that big of a deal!" Puck shouted, his voice coming out louder than he'd meant it to be. "I've been doing fine up until now!"
"You keep saying you're fine." Artie suggested quietly.
"I am." But for the first time in a long time, Puck really wasn't sure. "Just don't tell the others, ok?"
Artie nodded, seeming to understand that much at least. "I promise."
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edit: I actually can't edit that comment, so let this serve as a note of the end, lol.
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