Fic the Second
Title: Hypothermia
Author: sunflowersdream
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Kurt Hummel, Finn Hudson, Burt Hummel, mentions of Carole Hudson, Coach Sue Sylvester and David Karofsky
Genre: um... suspense?
Warning: extreme bullying, hospitals
Spoilers: Let's say 1x15
Disclaimer: Do not own the series or affiliated characters, only the DVDs.
Author Notes: Another angst_meme fill. I don't like this one as much as the last one, but I was trying something new... first person.
Summary: Cold...
I can’t remember when it stopped being cold.
It was freezing a year ago. Or was it a minute? How long? Can’t remember. It was cold but it stopped. Now it’s just water. And it’s not cold.
There’s a noise, a sound going clackety-clackety. Like teeth are chattering. But the locker room can’t have chattering teeth because it doesn’t have any. I know it’s not me. I can’t feel my jaw and I’m not cold. I was, but it stopped. I can’t remember when, but it stopped. I know it was after Karofsky left. I think it was.
Maybe.
My uniform is soaked. That’s right. Cheerios practice. I was trying to jump a back-flip (or back-flip a jump?) while singing “Telephone”. I was sweaty and tired and thirsty and tired of being yelled at by coach... something. Yes. I was tired and thirsty and then Karofsky was there at the showers and then it was wet. And cold, but that stopped. Now it’s wet, but not cold.
I can’t remember when, but it stopped.
.............................................................................................
I’m cold.
I crack open my eyes. I’m in a hospital room. It has to be: the walls are painted a horridly cheap off white, machines are beeping and I have a blandly attractive woman standing over me wearing universally unflattering medical scrubs. Seriously, I would not take a doctor any less seriously if they showed that they did indeed possess a backside. Really.
I suddenly have a crushing weight on top of me. I look and see Finn practically straddling me. This would have once been attractive, but now feels way too heavy.
“Finn? Wha-?” I try to ask, but my mouth isn’t working right. I can’t feel my lips. I try to say something else, but my dad (When did he get here?) cuts me off.
“Kurt, don’t try to talk. Finn get offah him, he’ll get crushed.”Finn obeys and lets me breathe. My chest hurts? How? “Carole’s gone to get us some coffee. Starbucks, not that shit they have here.” He stops to touch my hair. His voice is suddenly thicker. “You really scared me kid.”
I’m trying to ask what happened. I would if I could move my lips. Finn seems to know what I want and launches into a fast recap: He had come into the locker room to pick up his bag (“I had my shoes in there. I couldn’t walk home in my socks.”)He found me on the floor of the shower with my hands and feet bound (“They used your scarf man. Your own freakin’ scarf!”) and icy water pouring all over me (“You were shaking all over and your lips were freakin’ blue.”). He flipped out (“Dude your lips were BLUE!”) pulled me out and called 911. That was yesterday. Dad must have seen my confusion.
“You got moderate hypothermia from that water. Amnesia is a side effect.” He abruptly takes me into his arms, squeezing me into his chest. “When I find out who did this, I torch his ass!”
I stay still, breathing the familiar scent of Old Spice and motor oil. I close my eyes.
I’m starting to warm up.
Author: sunflowersdream
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Kurt Hummel, Finn Hudson, Burt Hummel, mentions of Carole Hudson, Coach Sue Sylvester and David Karofsky
Genre: um... suspense?
Warning: extreme bullying, hospitals
Spoilers: Let's say 1x15
Disclaimer: Do not own the series or affiliated characters, only the DVDs.
Author Notes: Another angst_meme fill. I don't like this one as much as the last one, but I was trying something new... first person.
Summary: Cold...
I can’t remember when it stopped being cold.
It was freezing a year ago. Or was it a minute? How long? Can’t remember. It was cold but it stopped. Now it’s just water. And it’s not cold.
There’s a noise, a sound going clackety-clackety. Like teeth are chattering. But the locker room can’t have chattering teeth because it doesn’t have any. I know it’s not me. I can’t feel my jaw and I’m not cold. I was, but it stopped. I can’t remember when, but it stopped. I know it was after Karofsky left. I think it was.
Maybe.
My uniform is soaked. That’s right. Cheerios practice. I was trying to jump a back-flip (or back-flip a jump?) while singing “Telephone”. I was sweaty and tired and thirsty and tired of being yelled at by coach... something. Yes. I was tired and thirsty and then Karofsky was there at the showers and then it was wet. And cold, but that stopped. Now it’s wet, but not cold.
I can’t remember when, but it stopped.
.............................................................................................
I’m cold.
I crack open my eyes. I’m in a hospital room. It has to be: the walls are painted a horridly cheap off white, machines are beeping and I have a blandly attractive woman standing over me wearing universally unflattering medical scrubs. Seriously, I would not take a doctor any less seriously if they showed that they did indeed possess a backside. Really.
I suddenly have a crushing weight on top of me. I look and see Finn practically straddling me. This would have once been attractive, but now feels way too heavy.
“Finn? Wha-?” I try to ask, but my mouth isn’t working right. I can’t feel my lips. I try to say something else, but my dad (When did he get here?) cuts me off.
“Kurt, don’t try to talk. Finn get offah him, he’ll get crushed.”Finn obeys and lets me breathe. My chest hurts? How? “Carole’s gone to get us some coffee. Starbucks, not that shit they have here.” He stops to touch my hair. His voice is suddenly thicker. “You really scared me kid.”
I’m trying to ask what happened. I would if I could move my lips. Finn seems to know what I want and launches into a fast recap: He had come into the locker room to pick up his bag (“I had my shoes in there. I couldn’t walk home in my socks.”)He found me on the floor of the shower with my hands and feet bound (“They used your scarf man. Your own freakin’ scarf!”) and icy water pouring all over me (“You were shaking all over and your lips were freakin’ blue.”). He flipped out (“Dude your lips were BLUE!”) pulled me out and called 911. That was yesterday. Dad must have seen my confusion.
“You got moderate hypothermia from that water. Amnesia is a side effect.” He abruptly takes me into his arms, squeezing me into his chest. “When I find out who did this, I torch his ass!”
I stay still, breathing the familiar scent of Old Spice and motor oil. I close my eyes.
I’m starting to warm up.