Puck hadn't even considered that playing along with what Blaine had just gone through might be a good idea. All he could think of was trying to make it all better, telling Blaine that Kurt was okay, that he was here and he was safe here, and clearly that wasn't his best plan of action. Thank God Chris knew what the fuck he was doing, because Puck was well on the verge of panicking. He'd seen Blaine like this before... He'd fucking watched while Blaine's husband died in his arms, and he'd wanted his friend to come here, but not like this. Never like this.

Cleaning his friends hands up from all the blood and sand, Puck felt sick to his stomach, too. It was kind of a circle of people feeling sick, and and being in shock at different and varying levels. There was so fucking much blood everywhere. Blaine's whole front side was more or less soaked in it, and the more Puck cleaned, the more blood it seemed like he found, and he was starting to really fucking freak out. He knew rationally that it wasn't Blaine's blood, but Kurt's. But that didn't change the heartwrenching, sickening feel of seeing your best friend in the entire world soaked through in blood.

He fell into a sort of numb silence as he cleaned Blaine up. There was a conversation going on between Mike and Chris, but the fact of the matter was that Puck wasn't even sure what they were saying. He was almost obsessively focused on cleaning Blaine up, because that was the one fucking thing he could do.