Blaine moaned as the paramedics moved him onto his back. “No.. it feels better on my side.” They didn’t seem to care as they worked on him, asking him questions he wasn’t in the mood to answer. They got a IV in his arm and put him on a stretcher, moving out of the bathroom. Belle was with the babies trying to keep them out of the way. “Papa! Papa!" Addison yelled looking as Blaine taken out of the house.
Kurt watched as the men in uniforms got Blaine onto the stretcher and started taking him from the house. “Papa will be okay, baby girl..” Kurt said to Addi before following them out.
"I-I.. the pain is so bad." Blaine closed his eyes and groaned "C-can you turn off the light, please" Everything was so painful, light hurt his eyes even the sound of his own voice hurt his ears. Finally after 30 minutes of throwing up and feeling like he had to stopped, the pain was still very intense but he could finally lay on Kurt’s lay without moving to much. He groaned and took deep breaths to try and get it stop.
Kurt got up to flick off the lights before returning to just hold Blaine tight. It was a while before the paramedics came in and Kurt had to step back.
Blaine moaned and gripped Kurt’s thigh tight as the pain just seemed to get worse and worse. He would cough and more and more blood would come up. His stomach was empty and the only thing that was coming up was stomach acid and blood. Blaine could barely get off Kurt before he started retching. “Kurt… help..”
Kurt got the operator on the phone and explained the situation, putting it on speaker and helping hold Blaine over the bowl. He held his husband tight. “It’ll be okay, baby. They are coming.”
Blaine groaned and shook his head. “N-no.. I don’t want to move, please don’t make me move.” He coughed and more blood came out of his mouth. The pain he was feeling was pain he never felt before. He couldn’t remember ever having a CVS attack that hurt this bad before. He sobbed softly on Kurt, trying not to throw up, mainly because he had nothing left to throw up.
Kurt frowned. “I have to, baby. I’m calling 911.” Kurt reached for his phone, which he’d placed on the counter top and quickly punched out the numbers.
Blaine cuddled into him for a few second before moving and throwing up in toilet. Blaine coughed and spit, blood coming out his mouth, he was so weak that the collapsed on Kurt, moaning in pain. “It hurt so bad.”
Kurt held him tight until he pushed away to vomit. He rubbed Blaine’s back, startling when he saw the familiar red blood hit the bowl. Kurt knew from experience that that kind of bleeding didn’t come from throwing up a little. He caught Blaine to his chest. “Baby, you need to go to the hospital. You are bleeding…”
PM: That’s true too. I mean yeah lying about it wasn’t the way to go about it but I mean, yeah he’s angry now but I think he’ll come around, he always does. Once he cools off.
PM: I hope so…
PM: Well did you explain why? I mean I’m sure you did it because he wanted that place.
PM: I did. But to Blaine, lying is a HUGE deal.
Blaine was laying on the bathroom floor, sweating with a little vomit on his chin, and a hit of blood on his lip. He was moaning in pain, holding himself.
Kurt held his breath against the stench of vomit and crouched by Blaine. ”Baby, baby.” Kurt brought him into his arms and rubbed his back.
No, I just need you. Please, hurry…
Kurt hurried into the bathroom. “Blaine, baby?”
PM: Well, yeah. But I mean still, it’s still a possibility. When did he find out?
PM: Last night. I don’t know what to do.