He's not here right now... Those were the words that snapped Blaine back to consciousness and he grabbed anxiously at the sleeve of Puck's shirt. "No, no, no! Where is he? I need to see him! They hurt him! Where is he?! Did you see? They hurt him! Where is he?! He was bleeding, Puck! He was bleeding! I think someone tried to shoot him! You have to take me to him!" he said frantically and desperately. But his voice was hoarse from all the screaming he had done before the doctor knocked him out, and when he tried to move, everything really hurt.

And his wrist was hurting when he pulled at Puck's shirt, and he gave a whimper, pulling his hand back to nurse it against his chest. Looking down, it was clearly swollen, probably hurt from when he tried to give Kurt CPR and failed because he was so panicked. "I-I don't... I... where am I? Where's Kurt? I don't know this room. Why isn't Kurt here? You have to help me!" His words were getting shaky and tearful. Not with the hysteria he had the day before, but the anxiety was building without Kurt here and not even knowing where he was. "Did the ambulance come? Did the bleeding stop? Why was I asleep? I need to see him. I need to make sure he's okay. He might need something!"