"Shit!" Mike hissed as he hurried alongside Puck towards their bungalow up the beach. Blaine was beyond a mess, and he couldn't help but worry this was well out of their hands. He knew things like shock could do very physical things to a person's body if it was bad enough. What if all this caused Blaine to do something like have a heart attack and he dropped dead on the island before Kurt could see him? Shit like that just couldn't happen. They had to get that pair reunited, but it wouldn't be as simple as taking Blaine to Kurt like this. If Blaine's mind was literally exploding and short circuiting with shock, how was he going to process what he had just witnessed to seeing Kurt alive and kicking here on a strange tropical island away from home he could well be stuck on now? It could literally cause Blaine to have a complete mental breakdown he might never recover from.

He did a bit more quick thinking, seeing just from the look on his face that Puck was barely keeping it together himself. He was holding it together for Blaine, and Blaine only, but now Blaine seemed to be having problems breathing. This wasn't good. "Shit, dude, I'm calling one of the doctors to see him. Even if it's just to check and make sure he's okay. The hospital is too far, I'll get them here. They might need to knock him out, dude. They did that back when it happened, you know? You told me that." Blaine had been sedated for days in the wake of Kurt's death because he had broken down into unreachable hysterics, just like he was doing now. Puck had told Mike that one night, late at night when he was miserable and missing Blaine. He told Mike the whole story of what he knew, and Mike had been stunned having come here from right after his father cut him off after the West Side Story disaster. Puck had said they thought it was Blaine's first emotional break down, and he never really recovered from it. "The doctors here are great. They might be able to get to him sooner, dude, just like they did with Kurt. I'm calling them now."