and the walls kept tumbling down (/tag-Klaine)
Kurt never liked hospitals. While it took a huge step to go to them for his own devices, the most nerve-wracking thing was when he was there as family of a patient, like when they ran tests on Blaine, and one test led to another, to another, and to yet another. They were scary too, ranging from blood work, to scans, to even these scary things involving wires and needles and electrodes.
Given Kurt’s own illness, he thought he had seen all sorts of scary tests, but there was something about needles being stuck in Blaine’s nerve endings being charged with electrodes to rule out MS. When it wasn’t MS, it was because something else had fit the mold - something coming up in lab work. Now, that had been something that brought chills down Kurt’s spine. But with deep breaths, and a confident front, those performing art years had come in handy. But in all honesty, Kurt was terrified.
Looking back to the Chemo, Kurt being in the midst of another round, combined with powerful anti-nausea medication to allow him to keep even the lightest broth down, heavy-duty B12 vitamins, and right now, sipping very strong home-brewed iced tea in a water bottle brought from home because that was the safest way to avoid contamination,his gaze darted nervously between Blaine, and the Dr’s office. When things couldn’t be said over the phone, it was always something, and the last thing they had done on Blaine had been the biopsy. Biopsy was already a really scary word. Especially when earlier in the week, they had been scanning his head and spine.
He put the bottle away and then pulled out and held the customized and designed mask that coordinated with his outfit for that day. Being a designer meant that you could fashion appliques and slip covers on just about anything. “You think we’re safe in his office - or should I - just in case some other person tracked something in here?” Shifting his gaze towards the doctor’s desk, Kurt looked at Blaine. “You think I should peek through his desk to see if I can kill the suspense any?” He was half-joking to keep Blaine in good humor, but also half serious. But just then, he heard voices down the hall, like people could have been heading in the direction of the office they sat in.
Kurt reached for Blaine’s hand, and tilted his head to the side. “You feeling okay B?” he whispered.
