Mercedes just sat there miserably again, trying to regain her composure, but she just ended up dissolving into tears again. "He's gone... h-he's gone. Blaine's gone. He... I knew it. There was this paleness to him, just the same as when we lost Kurt. You were trying to give him CPR until the ambulance came, but you knew too. We both did, but we didn't give up! We didn't, we tried. If Kurt ever knew we didn't take care of Blaine and save him, he would hate us forever. How can I tell him something like this? Do I even tell him? Is he even going to ever wanna talk to me because I ain't Blaine? I-I miss him. The ache inside ain't ever gone since they took him away. Nothing was ever the same. It was always empty."

She once again tried to brush the tears away, but more just kept coming. "You did try to protect Blaine. You never stopped. He pushed y'all away, and after that he just kept slipping away. You would go visit him in the hospital when he was in, but when he didn't wanna see you, you still sat outside the door of his room on the floor for the entire visiting hours in case he changed his mind. You tried baking cookies, or taking him DVDs of his favourite movies. The times he did let you in, he would just sit there and not say anything or answer you in single word answers. About the only words he would string together in a sentence was remind you to take flowers to Kurt because he couldn't. Kurt's grave was never without fresh flowers. Blaine visited him every day, 'cept when he was in the hospital. And you'd do it too. You'd leave the hospital, take Kurt flowers, and then come over to see me and tell me nothing changed with Blaine's condition. He died inside that day with Kurt. As horrible as it sounds, they both shoulda been taken."