Puck nodded, noting the way Blaine reacted to the obvious pain in his hand, before he gently put his hand on the other man's arm. "He's close by, and he's safe, okay?" Puck said, his tone still gentle, knowing how fragile Blaine's condition was right now. "I know, B... I know. I saw them. Kurt's okay, though, Blaine. I promise you, he's just fine... He got to a good doctor and he's okay." Fuck, he seriously needed to figure out how to say this without freaking Blaine out all over again and throwing him right back into a state of shock. "I promise, I'll take you to see him soon, okay? There's just... Some stuff we gotta talk about first."

"You're in my room. We're not home, dude. We're on an island. Kurt's here, though. On the island, that is, and he's really fine. I'm going to help you, okay? I promise you, B, it's all going to be okay. The ambulance came, and Kurt's just fine. I just need..." Fuck, he was really floundering here. He really had no idea whatsoever how to start explaining this without Blaine completely freaking out on him again, and Puck honestly wasn't sure how much more of Blaine freaking out he could take before he completely lost it himself. "Hang on, buddy," he finally said, realizing this was way above his skill level, before he turned to the partially open door to the livingroom. "Hey, Mike!" he called out, hoping that his roommate wasn't passed out from the exhaustion just yet.