Puck, too, was more than grateful to see Chris as the one who came. He knew that Blaine would be 100% taken care of in Chris's care, and that was the main thing for him, even if being well taken care of right now meant no more than that Blaine would be knocked out on sedatives for a while until they could bring him to and at least try to speak rationally to him. Puck had failed to get his point across, given how illogical talking logically was at the moment with someone in Blaine's situation. But win, lose, or draw, Blaine was here. He was here and he would be okay... at least Puck certainly hoped so... under the care of Chris. As Blaine lay there, clearly in emotional agony, Puck's hand brushed the curls back out of his eyes and spoke in soothing tones, somehow managing to hold it together. "Shhhhh..." he murmured. "You're gonna be okay, Blaine," he promised. "You're going to be okay."

The fact was, Puck was still reeling. He'd been so sure that Blaine would never come here now, and yet, here he was, broken all to pieces mentally and emotionally, but here. And whatever it took to protect him and help him and keep him here? Puck would find a way to do it. "Just stay with me, Blaine..." he whispered. "This doctor's gonna help you, okay? He's a good doctor. One of the best. It's all going to be okay."