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Kurt was up in the morning, talking to Marie about anything and everything. The way she spoke, laughed, and just joked around, you'd never think she was in as bad of a place as she was. She gave out compliments like they were greetings. 
                          
She had told him what her argument with the nurse had been about; apparently she was good at origami and folded a piece of paper to a sharp point, and attempted to cut herself with it. She had gotten in about six decent cuts before they found out and stopped her.
                          
One reason nobody knew she cut was because she did it to her hips; she could still wear short sleeves, shorts, pretty much everything except crop tops or a bikini, both of which had never been her style anyway.
                          
Apparently she had self-harmed long before she started cutting. She found that out afterwards, that things like stopping injuries from healing or scratching her skin until it left a mark were technically considered self-harm. 
                          
Kurt had told this girl more than he'd told anyone, and in a short span of time, too. 
                          
Eventually she checked the clock, frowning slightly. "I have to go. Group therapy."
                          
She left at just about the same time a nurse came in. "There's someone here who'd like to see you." The nurse ducked out and Finn walked in the room. 
                          
"I'm going to give you two seconds to start explaining. Go," Kurt said. 
                          
"I called you to see how you were doing after you left early. Blaine answered your phone, saying that you fell asleep. I was immediately worried; the last time you had that little energy was when you, well, you know, hurt yourself. So I asked him a favor- to check your wrists for me. He did. And I'll be damned isn't a suicide date on your arm."
                          
Kurt's expression turned to one of disgust as he looked down at his arms, as if he could see through his sleeves. "He saw my arms?"
                          
"Yeah."
                          
"God, he hates me now, doesn't he?" 
                          
Finn looked shocked. "What? No! Kurt, he's worried about you. He wants you to feel better. He clearly loves you."
                          
"He still does?" Kurt asked hopefully. 
                          
"Of course."
                          
"Can you do me a favor? I think you kinda owe me one."
                          
"Depends on what it is."
                          
Kurt shook his head. "It's nothing bad or harmful, don't worry."
                          
"Then yeah, I can."
                          
"Don't let Blaine visit me." At Finn's look of shock, Kurt elaborated. "I don't want him to see me here. Trust me, I want to see him, I just don't want him to see me here."
                          
"I'll try. I don't have control over his actions, you know that, right?"
                          
"I know. Just say that they only let you in because you're family, that they're tightfisted with security." Finn nodded.