Broken

XXIV

POV: Macy

Hours later, a doctor comes out into the waiting room. "Smythe?"

I stand up, being the only one actually related to him, and rush over. "That's me. Well, us–" I gesture to Blaine and Kurt– "but I'm the only relative, I'm his sister."

"He's out of surgery, he's doing fine so far. He fought, he pulled through. Do you happen to know anything about the letters on his back?"

I blink in shock. "Letters? What were they?"

"Insults, something about being disowned and another about someone named 'Macy' not needing him. We've been trying to figure out who wrote it and who she is."

I shake my head in shock, tears falling down my face. "I-it's... I'm Macy. Macy Smythe."

"Do you have any idea who did that to him?"

"It was disowning him, and our mother is dead. Who do you think?" I ask bitterly, throwing caution to the wind. "All those injuries, they're all from him."

The doctor's eyes widen in shock. "Your father?"

"Yes," I answer curtly. "Sebastian always protected me from him, taking the hurt himself. He always said it was because I had a bright future, and I always said he did too, and he just smiled sadly. He said that as soon as I was safe, he'd be happy. He must have planned it."

I'm bawling by the end of this, unable to think that my own brother was planning his suicide and it all hinged on me.

Kurt and Blaine quickly run up, Blaine looking like he wants to wrap an arm around me. He doesn't, but I don't think I would have minded. I just want to hug Sebastian- I want Bas back.

Kurt hesitates, stepping towards me and wrapping me in a hug.

I start crying even harder, the reality of how serious this is hitting me. Kurt, the boy who avoids all human contact, even handshakes or high-fives, is hugging me.

I gently hug him back, burying my face in his chest and sobbing.