Mike was pretty sure he felt physical pain at the force of Kurt's glare. There had to be laser beams in that icy blue bitchglare and Mike almost ducked for cover. In fact, he probably really would have if Quinn didn't have a death-hold on his hand. Kurt was a really, really smart cookie and it was more than obvious that he had just realised that if Blaine had just come from the moment of his death, there would have been blood everywhere. As there had been. It had gotten everywhere and Mike had to do a really extensive clean-up one Blaine had been settled and finally resting peacefully under the sedatives. He had discovered just how much of a bitch blood was to get out of things, and when Mike actually paused to realise it was Kurt's life blood, he had puked all the living room floor before he could stop himself. It had been an emotional upheaval, to say the least and now he was feeling guilty they hadn't been able to bring Kurt to Blaine sooner seeing how much both of them actually needed this.

"Um... um, dude," he stammered. "H-He... well, see, he came, um, like this time yesterday. Give or take. But he was a mess and completely freaking out, all things considered. Like super freak out. We had to get Dr C up from the Medical Centre because..." Because they didn't want Blaine to have an emotional break down he couldn't recover from, like he had back home. But that wasn't something Mike could just blurt out in front of Blaine when Blaine wasn't privvy to all the information here. It wasn't like he knew he turned out fucked in the head and suicidal. "It was impossible to reason the island with him. We couldn't reason anything. He doesn't know anything. Dr C knocked him out, and now he's awake. We just didn't want to freak him out considering... um... what he just witnessed," he tried to explain, and then bit down on his lip waiting for Kurt to start screaming angrily at them. Plus, Mike sort of wanted to smack Puck up the back of the head for standing there stupidly and not even trying to explain.