[text]

[mediumdrip]

Kurt and i went to hospital together.

Now cant find him. so many people here. dont know where he is. tought hed be next me.

cant get up to look.

anyone seen him/



[ooc; Blaine is pretty bad, so all typos in post and comments are IC. Also, Blaine wouldn't be replying as quickly as I do, so there will be lots of notes about time stamps in subject lines. If you want to do some action threads for character you might be sick or tending the sick? Blaine's been put in quarantine and will be pretty sick, but I'm always up for action threads.]

Comments

text; a few hours after the post went up!

[motioned]

when

[mediumdrip]

dont know.

Ahiru. are you sick too?

[motioned]

ill be fine

tell me wen you find him

[mediumdrip]

the very second.

plese take care of urself.

[motioned]

i wil

what hopital are you in

[mediumdrip]

dont remember. we had to go somewhere sick peopl were.

[motioned]

if you find out your at spgh tell me ill vist

[mediumdrip]

k.

if iur not sick no. dont want you to.

[motioned]

alredy hre

dont wory ill be fine

action, a while later;

[showbizpanache]

[He knocks on Blaine's door frame before stepping in.]

[mediumdrip]

[The sick are everywhere, stuffed in every corner, all miserable and getting worse. Blaine isn't alone, beds are pushed wherever they'll fit.

He was expecting Kurt to be in one next to him, but instead when he manages to open his eyes he sees Kurt standing and there.

He's sweaty and clamy. His hair is a mess around his head. His skin has been drained of color.]

Kurt...? [He manages to groan out.]

[showbizpanache]

[Slowly Kurt moves to his bedside, looking--well, better. Much better. There's color in his cheeks and he isn't coughing or shaking anymore. He sits beside Blaine and runs his fingers through his boyfriend's sweaty hair.]

Hey.

[mediumdrip]

[Blaine closes his eyes at the touch.] Hn.

Lost you.

[showbizpanache]

For a little while, yeah. But I'm right here now. I'm not going anywhere, okay?

[mediumdrip]

[Blaine's eyes stay closed. His head moves a bit, in what might have been meant to be a nod.]

[showbizpanache]

[He continues stroking Blaine's hair, quiet for a long time, and then:]

Blaine...

[mediumdrip]

Hn?

[video]

[theshortestbird]

[He can't text right now. He can't do much right now, besides look into that camera.]

Blaine. You can't die. [Whispers.]

[mediumdrip]

Tryin not to.

[theshortestbird]

You know what's making you sick, right?

[mediumdrip]

?

[theshortestbird]

Guilt. Feeling guilty for things.

[mediumdrip]

Oh

im screwed.

[theshortestbird]

[His laugh turns into a coughing laugh, but still. Come on.]

Sorry. That's. Sorry. I'm screwed, too. Just don't die, okay? I'm dying first this time.

[mediumdrip]

[Blaine switches to voice. He sounds just as horrible]

No. Neither of us, okay?