Kurt just nodded, not letting go of Blaine. Frankly, he was terrified; he couldn't remember ever feeling so sick before. There was one time when he was very young, shortly after his mother died-- He'd been hit by a high fever late at night, and his father had taken him to the ER. They'd been there for hours, and Kurt just remembered crying for his mommy over and over. I don't want you, he'd said to the doctors and nurses, to his father. I want mommy, I want mommy. Over and over.

His father must have felt so bad.

Why am I thinking about that now? he wondered, and realized vaguely that he was in the bathroom now. He recognized the tiles. Was he at home? Where was everyone?

"Where's Dad?" he croaked suddenly as the world swayed again. "I have to tell him sorry..."