30 Days of Puckurt Drabble: Day 11
It's day eleven of our June 30 Days of Puckurt drabble fest!
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Here be the rules; don't forget to include a rating if the piece is rated higher than PG ( Read more... )
Puck walks slowly forward, eyes locked on the high cheekbones and the stark contrast between the dark circles around Kurt’s eyes and the pallor of the rest of his skin. There is something about the white sheets and blue blanket that seem to sap the sass and strength that characterizes Kurt from the other boy, leaving him small and fragile-looking on the bed. It hurts Puck more than he imagined to see all of the reasons he calls Kurt ‘Princess’ dimmed away.
“He was just awake,” says the nurse as he turns to Puck and gestures toward a hard plastic chair. “He’s been drifting in and out. But he shouldn’t stay asleep too long.”
Puck nods and approaches Kurt’s side cautiously. Just hours ago he had held the shivering man in his arms and waited for an ambulance to arrive, waited long enough that Kurt lost the ability to think or talk coherently, and stopped shivering altogether.
Collapsing into the chair, Puck reaches forward and wraps his hand around Kurt’s, feeling the flesh of the other man under his fingers to make sure he’s really there. “He’s so cold.”
“We have to warm him up slowly. Going too fast does more harm than good, and we want to get him stabilized without any negative effects.”
Puck nods and turns his attention back to Kurt, running his finger over the elegant fingers and thin wrist, careful to avoid the IV port taped to the pale skin. As he lets his thumb caress over Kurt’s knuckles, feels the softness of the skin between them, he looks up and catches Kurt staring at him.
Kurt licks his lips and rasps, “Hey.”
Puck stands and bends over Kurt’s bed, bringing his face in close, and brushes an errant strand of hair off of the other man’s forehead. “Hey,” he says back. “How are you feeling?”
Kurt’s eyes drift closed for a moment and then open again. “I’m not sure,” he says.
Puck lets out a little huff of laughter. “That’s probably the drugs speaking.”
“Are you okay?” Kurt’s eyes are hazy, but he is trying his hardest to focus.
“I’m fine, Princess. I told you so.” Kurt smiles in response and nods a little, and even injured Puck can tell he wants to roll his eyes. “I love you.”
Kurt blinks at him and smiles a little wider. “I love you, too.”
Everything seems to crash down on Puck at once, like as the pressing threat of Kurt dying is diminished, all of the other emotions are unlocked. His hands are shaking and he feels like he just might need to sit down before he falls down, and there is a sudden tightening in his throat that tells him he is close to tears. He hates crying, but the thought of losing Kurt, the almost-reality of it, pushes all of his compunctions away.
He sits with Kurt’s hand in his for a short time, watching as the blue-green-grey of the countertenor’s eyes flutter closed a few times only to reopen minutes later. As Kurt focuses on him one of those times, Puck asks, “Did you know about the new visitation rights in hospitals?”
Kurt smiles a little, hand squeezing Puck’s with cool fingers. “Yeah. I did.”
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A/N: I AM NOT a medical doctor - I’m a mere undergrad studying physical anthropology. I am likely to have made mistakes - any and all information in the previous writing was taken from personal experience, three years of sports medicine and an epic skim of various articles in medical journals. I apologise if I got something wrong; I tried pretty hard to keep everything real-ish, but I just don’t have the experience to do so completely.
To ithicajackal: I tried to use your prompt, but when looking up visitation rights in US hospitals (they let everyone in to the CICU after my dad’s heart attack - I’m in Canada, and I don’t know if that’s even normal for here :S), I discovered a little surprise. I just had to include it - I hope you enjoyed anyway! :D
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Now I do! Thank you!
And I loved this continuation so much. With Puck and the EMTs and Kurt all drugged up and being worried about visitation rights... <3
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Thank you <3
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I'd say eighteen, though. Just after high school, maybe, so a parent/guardian wouldn't have to be involved (although I don't know very much about the healthcare system in the US :/ so I may be completely off my game here).
Thanks <3
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