Anything for Your Smile pt9

Kurt heard a faint beeping. ...beep...beep...beep... It annoyed him enough to make him wake up. The room was dark, but he could make out three sleeping figures in chairs. The beeps came from a monitor to his left.
I'm... in a hospital? He was unsure for a moment, until a nurse walked in, turning on a small light.
"Ah, I see that someone's finally awake." She smiled, and checked his IVs and vitals. "You feeling okay?"
Kurt blinked for a moment, trying to remember what had happened to him. "I guess so." His face scrunched a bit in thought, but nothing came to him.
"Kurt?" A groggy voice came out from the dark. "You're awake?"
The voice came from a middle-aged man with a baseball cap. Kurt strained to think of who it was, but his mind came to a blank. Before Kurt could try to speak, the man was embracing him. His ribs and head ached at the firm embrace, which made him softly cry out.
"Oops, sorry if I was a bit rough there, son." The man chuckled, and scratched his stubble. His eyes were red, either from no sleep or from tears. "Guys, Kurt's awake."
The other figures stirred, and two teenagers came into the light. One was tall and built with a short, black fauxhawk, the other was shorter with slicked down black hair and a uniform-looking outfit of blue and gray.
"Looks like everyone's awake now, huh?" The nurse flicked on the lights as she left the room.
"Hey, Kurt," the taller of the boys spoke nervously, placing a hand on Kurt's shoulder. "How are you feeling, bro?"
Kurt tried to read who he was through his face, but nothing seemed familiar about him, either. He did take note of the bruise under the boy's left eye, though.
"What's with that look, Kurt?" The smaller boy looked worried, his triangular eyebrows furrowed.
Kurt couldn't remember who these three were, let alone why they were addressing him.
When he was able to form a sentence in his mind, it was stuttered out. "Who are you three?"
The men looked at one another, quite worried.
"Seriously, who are you?" Kurt looked around, anxiously, "Why are you calling me 'Kurt'?"
The room went silent. The middle-aged man took Kurt's right, non-IV'd hand.
"Kurt, it's me. It's... It's Dad." His face was pleading for some sign of recognition.
He just tilted his head. "So, are these two my... brothers?"
Burt hit the nurse button on the wall.
"A nurse will be right with you," it called, and within seconds a nurse and a doctor were in the room.
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"...So, can you help him?" Burt was trying to get the doctor to say 'yes', even if it meant lying.
"Well, Mr. Hummel," the doctor cleaned his glasses on a cleaning cloth, "that's very hard to determine at this moment. Amnesia patients most likely remember who they and their loved ones after returning home, or even to school, but it's never certain when this will take effect."
A middle-aged woman had appeared, some bags of food, and a carrier of drinks in tow. She was standing with the taller teenager, telling him "not to worry about Kurt's... condition."
The other boy was holding Kurt's hand, looking gloomy. "You don't even remember how I got this, do you?" He pointed to his own right eyebrow, where a small white bandage was taped.
When Kurt shook his head, the boy's hand traced his hairline. When he got to Kurt's right temple, there was an immense pain.
"Blaine!" He cried out.
Everyone's gaze ended up on Kurt.
The doctor eventually asked what everyone wanted to know. "How did you just remember his name?"