#(TK would have had. SO many conversations with cpt vega about this request before he went)

[parameddic]

'' i don't want to be alone. ''

Oh.

Kurt was asking for him, was the reason TK had come to this hospital room at all. There were a lot of people who would have killed to be here, to be able to ask a million questions, to be able to record the recovery progress. TK didn't want to do any of that. Actually up until a second ago he had not... really known what he'd been doing here at all.

Now a corner of his mouth pulled, nodding: a grimace that promised, I get it. He dropped a hand to the metal railing at the front of Kurt's bed. Kurt was a patient. TK was not and did not want to be the only person Kurt felt he could talk to or ask for company. Normally he would have very limited contact with patients in the first place, after treating them. This was far from normal for anyone involved. Far from normal for Kurt, too.

"Well," he opened. If he did this gently Kurt would not feel the redirect at all, would feel the welcome more loudly: he was welcome. "Y'know, there was a whole team involved, Kurt. We all cared what happened for you. You could come say hi whenever you wanted, once you're better. The guys would love that."

The station was big. They got thank-yous and thank-god-you-were-theres walking in off the street all the time. The guys would love that.

TK chewed his lower lip, trying to figure out this young man. He was an adult, actually. 20-something. Not much younger than TK. Not that it felt that way. A difference in experience, he guessed? It felt really different. He wasn't sure he liked that it felt different, like that, like they were worlds apart. This was why normally they just wouldn't...

He had come when Kurt asked for him because Kurt had not had anyone else to ask for.

"Did you speak to the social worker?"

The hospital would have had to give him one. Would have started setting him up with somewhere to go, some way to survive, in the after. "How did that go?"