Mike kept his mouth shut and did everything he was asked. Fuck, he was so glad he thought to call for a doctor because it was obvious Blaine needed the help. No matter how much Mike and Puck cared for Blaine, they were shocked to see him appear too and wouldn't have thought to do any of this. And then he listened as Chris calmly and soothingly fed Blaine the fabrications about Kurt. Mike definitely would have thought about doing that, but it made sense. Chris was working steadily to first get Blaine to calm down because he knew there would be no getting through to him otherwise. It didn't matter if what Chris was saying actually made no sense to the event Blaine was leaving back home in reality. To hear Kurt was okay would calm Blaine without fail.

But it also flagged Mike to not offer to run and get Kurt. He nearly did, in a panic, thinking it would be the best thing for Blaine when it would actually probably just make Blaine even worse. It was a process, and this was why Chris had the medical degree and Mike was a pole dancer. He sat down beside Blaine and started to help Puck clean Blaine up of the blood and vomit. All it did, though, was make Mike's stomach churn with an anxious nausea of his own when he saw the bowl of warm water turn pink with Kurt's blood after Puck started to clean up Blaine's hands with a damp towel.

"What are you going to do with him, dude? What are you going to give him? You can help him, right?" he asked Chris fretfully and then glanced at Puck. Puck was losing it. He was barely holding onto his composure here seeing Blaine like this.