Mike was relieved to see it was one of the doctors he knew. Chris was way cool. Funny as hell and an epic bedside manner. He had a reputation of being a genius with a scalpel too. Not that putting a scalpel anywhere near Blaine would do any good right now, but Mike knew all the doctors employed at the Medical Centre were extensively well equipped to cover any situation the island cropped up. They were versatile, and he was hoping like hell that might mean Blaine would cope better this time around than he did back home. Just like with Kurt. When Kurt had arrived, they had been onto the job like bosses and resuscitated him. Sure, he was unconscious for weeks after that, but it was Chris right here who had surgically removed the bullets from Kurt to save his life.

"Dude," Mike began anxiously, looking over his shoulder at where Puck was knelt by the sofa Blaine was lying on and holding a bucket close just in case. Blaine was still struggling to breathe properly. "This is Kurt's husband. He just arrived. No doubt about it, he came from when Kurt was shot. He's got blood all over him, he was screaming hysterically for someone to help Kurt. He's a mess, dude. He keeps throwing up and he can't breathe properly. You can help him, right? You gotta, know though... back home, we just learnt that he did himself in five years after Kurt's death. He had a psychological breakdown and never got over it. Our friend, Mercedes, has only been here about a week. She told us about it."


(FTW!)