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02 [Accidental Video]

[That morning, Blaine discovered a package that seemed to have appeared overnight. There was nothing to indicate who it was from, or if it was even for him. But it seemed strange to think that someone would have entered his room without asking just to drop off a package that may or may not have been for him.

He debated for a few minutes what to do with it, before deciding that it might have been something from Kurt, who had left it plainly wrapped and unlabeled just to be mysterious. When he opened it, he found a sweater that looked like it would fit very well with his choice of clothes, and he smiled to himself, making a mental note to get something in return for Kurt.

It wasn't until a few hours later that he noticed something was wrong. There's a crashing sound as Blaine's just walked into a chair and knocked himself to the ground, an action which is not-so-conveniently caught on video for everyone to see.

Blaine mutters to himself as he picks himself up:]

I didn't even see that there. What's going on here?

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[Hello, young-seeming person he hasn't met. He's not sure if he's welcome here, if this guy has any reason to wish Bruce away, but he seems to be in trouble. Bruce is still a doctor.]

Hi, I'm a doctor. Are you okay? Do you need help?

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[There's just some shuffling noises as Blaine gets back up.]

I'm fine, I think. It's just hard to see things, like maybe the lights in here aren't working.

[Yeah, that has to be it. It's probably nothing to worry about.]

[Bruce is... not reassured.]

Yeah, you think? Do you want me to come over and give you a once-over, make sure everything's okay?

No, that's all right. You probably have other people you need to see.

[Because really, why would anyone waste their time on someone who most likely just had a clumsy moment?]

[He'll let it go. For now. He's still concerned, just putting it aside for a second.]

Okay, sure thing. My name's Bruce, by the way. Can I get yours? I'm trying to keep halfway decent medical records. [There's a smile in his voice, calm and full of reassurance.]

Yeah, sure. I'm Blaine Anderson. It's nice to meet you, even if it's not in person.

It's probably not easy keeping things straight in a place like this.

[Being abducted doesn't help, but casually leaving that out of the conversation in three, two...]

It's a bit chaotic, yeah, but I have some good nurses. Well, friends-come-nurses. Lydia Martin and Tony Stark. You can call any of us if you have an emergency.

Now... Could you tell me a little about what's going on? Something's wrong with your eyesight?

[This conversation is quickly entering into 'no, do not want' territory, but that's getting left out too. For now.]

That's good to know, thanks. [For some reason, Blaine's stuck on thinking about things like the kraken, hellcats, and direwolves, all of which would probably involve needing some sort of medical attention, if he or a certain young fashionista were to run into one.]

It's probably nothing, but like I said, it looks like the lighting in here isn't working the way it should be.

[Yes, he's going to stick to that story until he can't anymore.]

[Or Hulks! Ha ha... Nope. There's also potentially deadly earthquakes, which Bruce has heard about, and said earthquake nearly took out both his friends-come-nurses. Good call on being hesitant, Blaine.]

And when did this start? [He's still trying to sound as neutral as possible, just taking notes here, gently prompting for information. He'd let it go for real, but he's concerned. Sudden-onset vision difficulties in someone as young as Blaine seems? Yeah, sure.]

[Running into the Hulk isn't even close to being on Blaine's list ~~but anything's possible~~.]

I don't know, maybe twenty minutes ago? [He's still not convinced anything's wrong. Maybe walking into that chair was just the result of him being distracted or something equally mundane.]

[He murmurs an acknowledgment as he writes that down.] Would you say the clumsiness is separate from the vision thing, or was that a result? Oh, can I get your age, too?

[Blaine can't help but make a scoffing "tsk" noise at that. Him, clumsy? He'd be a pretty poor performer if he was given over to clumsiness.]

That's definitely a separate thing. [There's no hesitation at all, even if this is sounding too much like an examination for his liking.] I'm eighteen.

[Yeah, he's concerned.]

Have you eaten today? Been drinking water? Change your lightbulbs lately? [The last is a semi-joke, because Blaine really could be right, he guesses, but he's on edge after being a guinea pig. He's not putting anything past their captors, including medical... fuckery. Including medical fuckery with someone who's only eighteen, Jesus.]

[Blaine nods before he remembers Bruce can't see him.]

Yes to both things, and I'm pretty sure the lightbulbs were fine last night.

Um, I don't want to be rude, but is there a point to all of this? Is there something I should be worried about?

[He hesitates for a minute, but he's not going to dance around the truth. He'll just deliver it gently.]

There might be, if your vision's changing, if that's what's even happening. This place is weird, right? I'm just trying to figure out if there's a reason for you not seeing a chair in the middle of the room.

How do things look now?

[Blaine's been so focused on the conversation and the questions that he hadn't thought about keeping an eye on what things in his room looked like. He blinks and looks around him, and that's when he realizes something is really wrong.

Before, things looked like they'd been covered in a grey fog but he could still make out what the objects in his room were, but now all Blaine can see are very faint outlines. He swallows hard, trying to process this.]

I can see shapes of things, their outlines, but not very much else.

Okay. Are you sure you don't want me to swing by and check you out? It won't take but a minute.

Well, I guess it wouldn't hurt. I'm in house 17, room C.

I'll be right there.

[Bruce hurries over, bringing along a small medical bag with him. He considers calling Lydia or Tony, but it might be best to see what's going on for himself and then give them an informed report later.

He knocks on the door once he's there and calls out.]

Blaine? It's Dr. Banner. Is the door unlocked? Don't try to come open it if it isn't.

[Because he can pick the lock.]

[Blaine is sitting down when Bruce shows up. He looks like he doesn't know what to do with himself.]

Come in, it's open.

[Bruce does that, glancing around until he spots Blaine, and then he makes his way over. Usually he walks as quietly as possible, but he remembers here and there to scuff his shoe against the floor, "accidentally."]

Okay. Hi there, Blaine. [He takes a seat next to him and pulls a small light out of his bag.]

I'm going to help you as much as I can, okay? First I'm going to need to look at your eyes. Could you turn towards me?

[And now he'll see how good of a job Blaine manages at that, as he's poised and ready to help direct him.]

[It's a small gesture, but Blaine appreciates it all the same, even though he's not used to having to rely on sounds to compensate for his sight.]

Hi. Thanks for coming.

[He sits there, feeling a little awkward as he waits for Bruce to tell him what to do.]

Sure, I can do that. [Or he can try, at least.

He does his best to turn towards the older man so that he's facing him, but he overshoots just a bit and ends up looking over his shoulder instead.]

[Not a good sign. The touch to Blaine's chin, pulling him into the right position, is gentle.]

Look up. [He flashes the light quickly across Blaine's eyes.] Now to the side. [Again, he flashes the light. Not good.]

That's good, thank you. [He lets his chin go and taps the light against his palm.]

Blaine, I'm going to be honest, though you probably already know this. You seem to have developed some quick onset blindness. Now there's no reason to panic; it's probably temporary, especially with the way it seems to have come on suddenly, but I need to figure out the cause, so I'm going to need you to think. Have there been any changes in your diet or your environment lately?

[Blaine sits there while Bruce examines him, moving when he needs to or is directed to, trying to keep his nerves at bay. Somehow, he knows the news isn't going to be good, but he still tries to be optimistic.

That is, until he hears Bruce's diagnosis. His face falls and he swallows hard, trying to process this piece of news.]

I haven't been doing anything different, as far as eating goes. The only new thing that I've put in here is that box on the bed. I'm guessing someone left it for me, but I'm not really sure who. [He thinks it's from Kurt who's in the room next door, but he doesn't know for sure.]

A box? [He glances at it, and then wishes he had gloves and some glasses.] What was in it? When did it get here?

Just a sweater. I didn't think to look at it that closely. It had to be about three hours ago, but don't quote me on that. What time is it now anyway?

Early afternoon, just about. You say you don't know where the sweater came from?

[He bites his lip, glancing over at it.]

Don't touch it again, okay? And don't let anyone else touch it either. I don't have the stuff to pick it up now, but I'll come back around later.

Do you have someone here with you? Kurt lives here, doesn't he?

[Wait a second...]

Hey -- aren't you his boyfriend? [He had other things on his mind, okay!]

No, I have no idea. It just showed up, and the only reason I opened it is because I thought it was from Kurt. [He may or may not sound a little defensive, because he's feeling a little stupid for opening an unmarked package.]

And yeah, Kurt's over in room A. [Blaine pauses then, surprised by the question.]

And yes, he's my boyfriend. [He might even be smiling a bit, because thinking about Kurt makes him do that.]

[No need to get defensive; their captors haven't attacked like this yet, so why should they be expecting it? But then again, why shouldn't they? He pats Blaine's arm, and then hearing that confirmation makes him smile too; he likes Kurt, thinks he's a good kid, and he's that weird mix of glad and not glad that Blaine's here for him. Well, more not glad since Blaine's blind now.]

He was sure missing you. You make sure you stick by him, don't try to wander off on your own.

[It's just that it irritates him. He knows he should have been known better than to have opened some strange package. Assuming it came from Kurt was clearly the wrong thing to do.]

I don't plan on leaving him, and I hope this doesn't last too long. I was going to work on getting us a way to defend ourselves. {He was actually going to ask around about handling firearms, but he can't very well do that if he can't see.]

That's a good idea, and I could tell you some people to ask, if you're really interested. [Bruce isn't thinking about guns, but more self-defense training.] But first we need to work on getting your sight back, which I'm going to work on right away. I promise.

I am, and I never thought I'd have to say it, but there's dangerous things here, and as hard as I'm going to try to protect Kurt, he's going to have to learn too, in case I can't.

[He doesn't want to imagine a situation in which he's not around and Kurt's by himself again, but it's a possibility he has to consider.]

I'll look into it for you. I have some friends who are pretty good at this kind of thing. [Mainly he wants Blaine to calm down, as he might be getting worked up; Bruce touches his arm gently and gives it a soft pat before he gets up.]

I'll be back for the package. Do you need anything before I go?

[Under normal circumstances, Blaine would go find a punching bag somewhere and get his frustrations out that way, but that's not exactly practical now that he can't see past his nose. He frowns, annoyed by this whole situation.]

Thanks, I appreciate it.

[He sits back in the chair, arms crossed.]

I'll be fine. Thanks for coming by. Really. [He's really appreciative and thankful for Bruce's help, even if there isn't a lot to be done right now.]

I don't have anything to pay you with, but I'll figure something out.

Oh -- no, no payment. I don't need anything or expect anything. You just take care of yourself.

You need glasses? Someone's playing a hilarious prank? Poltergeists?!

[All valid possibilities.]

Maybe you're just a total klutz, dude! It happens.

[Blaine laughs at the poltergeists comment.]

Well, I don't think I'm a total klutz, and with everything I've heard about this place, poltergeists don't seem too out there. Actually, someone playing a prank on me doesn't seem too far-fetched either.

[None of that explains the fuzzy quality of his vision, of course.]

So we've narrowed it down to angry ghosts or hilarious pranks. We're getting there. Piss anyone off lately? Anyone that suddenly died?

Well, there was that one guy I talked to. I didn't get his name, but he's definitely not someone I'd want to run into in an alley. [That "one guy" being Fun Ghoul.]

[Kurt was lazing about on his bed when he heard the crash, but he was up in a second, running into the room and frowning at both overturned chair and overturned boyfriend.] Are you all right?

[Blaine looks up to Kurt's sudden arrival. Great, now he looks like a clueless idiot who just walked into a chair that he clearly should have seen.]

I'm fine, Kurt. I wasn't looking where I was going, that's all. I have no idea how that got there.

Does this room look dark to you?

[Like Kurt could ever think Blaine an idiot. He'll walk over, slowly, frowning a little.] It...looks like it always looks...

Really? Because it looks to me like some of the lights in here have burned out. [He glances at the ceiling again.] Are you sure they're still on?

I'm sure, honey. [Frowning, Kurt steps forward, reaching for Blaine's hands.] Are you feeling all right?

[Blaine squeezes Kurt's hands, as if he's trying to reassure himself that he's actually there... because it's getting harder to actually see anything at all.]

Kurt, I think something's wrong with my eyes.

[Kurt's breath catches in his throat, but he doesn't say anything for a moment, just moves forward and wraps his arms tightly around Blaine, hugging him close.]

We'll...we'll go see the doctor. One of them. There's a lot. It'll be okay.

[For a few seconds, Blaine just lets himself melt a little bit into Kurt's embrace. Though he'll never say it out loud, he's actually a little scared. Scared that his sight will never come back, scared that he'll have to rely on other people to help him out, things like that.

He doesn't want to be like this forever.]

I don't know what's going on or why this is happening. [He pulls back from the hug.] You're okay, right? Can you still see? [because making sure Kurt's okay is more important.]

I'm fine, I'm just fine. [He forces a reassuring smile, ignoring the fact that Blaine probably can't see it.] And you're going to be fine too.

I'm glad to hear that, Kurt. [If something happened to Kurt now, he wouldn't be able to help very much.] This can't be a permanent thing. It's going to go away eventually. [He wishes he could sound more convincing, but really, he's not sure that the blindness will go away.]

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