Ships in the Night
Title: Ships in the Night
Author:setos_puppy
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee now do I make any profit from this work of fiction.
Summary: Sam finds another boy in the hospital halls.
Warnings: Stagnation, dinosaur pyjamas
Notes: I know what it's like to have the stillness in your life while waiting to hear back about your parent. This is inspired by my experiences when I was waiting to hear back from my mom's surgery after her fourth heart attack. And an homage to Kurt.
Sam groaned softly as he walked through the halls of the sterile hospital. It was close to three in the morning and the throbbing, needles and pins interspersed with shooting pains, in his arm was keeping him from sleeping. That stupid left tackle had come out of no where. So now here he was, sleep deprived and on mild pain medication, in a pair of fading pyjama pants and his football jersey, arm in a sling, and walking through the hospital.
Lima sucked.
Rounding the corner, Sam stepped aside and smiled at a nurse, and headed down the hall. He spotted a boy leaning against a doorway, peering through a wide observation window. He seemed familiar, like Sam had seen him before. He was dressed in a fancy looking suit; cream pants and a matching vest with a black dress turtle neck and some sort of scarf. Sam stared at the boy, who was clearly upset, every so often he would drag the sleeve of his shirt over his face to wipe away tears. And in the silent hall, empty of all but them, Sam could hear wavering breathing and sobs.
He should leave. The boy was clearly crying.
But Sam couldn’t help but think maybe he needed someone.
Stepping towards the boy, his shoes squeaked, making the boy look over, his face washed in anger.
“What do you want?”
“I... I saw you crying. What’s wrong?”
The boy lifted a shoulder in a shrug and looked back through the window. “My dad’s sick. He had a heart attack. He’s in a coma.”
Sam crept over to the window and peered inside, looking at the man who was laying prone in the hospital bed, hooked to tubes, with screens all over, and doctors were poking and prodding at him. It looked scary. And sad.
“I’m sorry.”
The boy sniffled and nodded. “Thanks. You’re not going to pray for me or something, are you?”
“Nah. I mean, unless you want me to.”
“No. Please don’t.”
Sam nodded his head and looked back through the window.
Silence.
“I can’t believe you’re wearing dinosaur pyjamas. Are you five?”
“They’re warm and comfortable. Why, what’s wrong with them?”
“Please, they’re probably a fleece-cotton blend and that’s just disgusting. Not to mention you’re wearing it with a sport’s shirt.”
“I got tackled during the game tonight. My shoulder’s dislocated. They didn’t want to take it off.”
The boy nodded. “You must be the Sam everyone in Glee is talking about.”
“Oh. You’re in Glee?”
The boy nodded. “Kurt Hummel.”
Sam knew that name. Krofsky talked about “that faggy little Hummel” and “Hummel the queer”. Sam eyed Kurt. He seemed nice. He wore nice clothes. So what if he was gay?
The doctors shuffled out of the room and nodded to Kurt, Kurt nodded back and the doctor’s shuffled off. As he pushed off the wall Kurt wavered and slumped to the side, Sam wrapped his good arm around Kurt, even when pain shot through him.
“Careful.”
Kurt nodded and Sam backed off, turning to leave.
“Wait!”
Sam paused, turning back. “Yeah?”
“Thanks.”
“No problem. Look, I was going to try and find a vending machine, do you want anything?”
Kurt shook his head.
“I hope your dad gets better soon.”
Walking off, his socked feet silent on the ground, Sam turned at the corner when he heard the door to the hospital room click shut.
Smiling to himself Sam headed off and found a vending machine. He bought a Tab (seriously? Who sold Tab anymore?) from the vending machine before wrestling with it, getting frustrated when he couldn’t get it open. Slim hands wrapped around the can and snapped it open for him.c Looking up Sam saw Kurt staring back down at him. “Uh, hey?”
“Hey. I decided I wanted a drink.”
“Oh!” Sam flipped his wallet open and fished out two dollar bills and handed them to Kurt, who nodded wordlessly and got himself a Fanta before sitting on the rickety bench next to Sam and handing him his change.
Sam took a few sips from his drink and looked to Kurt who was staring ahead at the wall, at the clock on the wall. Sam turned his attention to the clock and watched the second hand tick away.
Author:setos_puppy
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee now do I make any profit from this work of fiction.
Summary: Sam finds another boy in the hospital halls.
Warnings: Stagnation, dinosaur pyjamas
Notes: I know what it's like to have the stillness in your life while waiting to hear back about your parent. This is inspired by my experiences when I was waiting to hear back from my mom's surgery after her fourth heart attack. And an homage to Kurt.
Sam groaned softly as he walked through the halls of the sterile hospital. It was close to three in the morning and the throbbing, needles and pins interspersed with shooting pains, in his arm was keeping him from sleeping. That stupid left tackle had come out of no where. So now here he was, sleep deprived and on mild pain medication, in a pair of fading pyjama pants and his football jersey, arm in a sling, and walking through the hospital.
Lima sucked.
Rounding the corner, Sam stepped aside and smiled at a nurse, and headed down the hall. He spotted a boy leaning against a doorway, peering through a wide observation window. He seemed familiar, like Sam had seen him before. He was dressed in a fancy looking suit; cream pants and a matching vest with a black dress turtle neck and some sort of scarf. Sam stared at the boy, who was clearly upset, every so often he would drag the sleeve of his shirt over his face to wipe away tears. And in the silent hall, empty of all but them, Sam could hear wavering breathing and sobs.
He should leave. The boy was clearly crying.
But Sam couldn’t help but think maybe he needed someone.
Stepping towards the boy, his shoes squeaked, making the boy look over, his face washed in anger.
“What do you want?”
“I... I saw you crying. What’s wrong?”
The boy lifted a shoulder in a shrug and looked back through the window. “My dad’s sick. He had a heart attack. He’s in a coma.”
Sam crept over to the window and peered inside, looking at the man who was laying prone in the hospital bed, hooked to tubes, with screens all over, and doctors were poking and prodding at him. It looked scary. And sad.
“I’m sorry.”
The boy sniffled and nodded. “Thanks. You’re not going to pray for me or something, are you?”
“Nah. I mean, unless you want me to.”
“No. Please don’t.”
Sam nodded his head and looked back through the window.
Silence.
“I can’t believe you’re wearing dinosaur pyjamas. Are you five?”
“They’re warm and comfortable. Why, what’s wrong with them?”
“Please, they’re probably a fleece-cotton blend and that’s just disgusting. Not to mention you’re wearing it with a sport’s shirt.”
“I got tackled during the game tonight. My shoulder’s dislocated. They didn’t want to take it off.”
The boy nodded. “You must be the Sam everyone in Glee is talking about.”
“Oh. You’re in Glee?”
The boy nodded. “Kurt Hummel.”
Sam knew that name. Krofsky talked about “that faggy little Hummel” and “Hummel the queer”. Sam eyed Kurt. He seemed nice. He wore nice clothes. So what if he was gay?
The doctors shuffled out of the room and nodded to Kurt, Kurt nodded back and the doctor’s shuffled off. As he pushed off the wall Kurt wavered and slumped to the side, Sam wrapped his good arm around Kurt, even when pain shot through him.
“Careful.”
Kurt nodded and Sam backed off, turning to leave.
“Wait!”
Sam paused, turning back. “Yeah?”
“Thanks.”
“No problem. Look, I was going to try and find a vending machine, do you want anything?”
Kurt shook his head.
“I hope your dad gets better soon.”
Walking off, his socked feet silent on the ground, Sam turned at the corner when he heard the door to the hospital room click shut.
Smiling to himself Sam headed off and found a vending machine. He bought a Tab (seriously? Who sold Tab anymore?) from the vending machine before wrestling with it, getting frustrated when he couldn’t get it open. Slim hands wrapped around the can and snapped it open for him.c Looking up Sam saw Kurt staring back down at him. “Uh, hey?”
“Hey. I decided I wanted a drink.”
“Oh!” Sam flipped his wallet open and fished out two dollar bills and handed them to Kurt, who nodded wordlessly and got himself a Fanta before sitting on the rickety bench next to Sam and handing him his change.
Sam took a few sips from his drink and looked to Kurt who was staring ahead at the wall, at the clock on the wall. Sam turned his attention to the clock and watched the second hand tick away.