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He can see the bruises all over her and he hates even touching her like this because he worries there are even more injuries he can't see; doing CPR is brutal on the body and hers is already so fragile. But he keeps going until she finally, blessedly, takes a breath.

"I'm here, I'm right here," he presses his forehead to hers, holding onto her until the medics rush forward to take her. He's hovering, not wanting to leave her side, and he insists on riding in the ambulance with her, staying right with her the whole time.

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When Kurt wakes up, he realizes he's on his back and Taylor is stretched across his chest. He smiles a little, kissing the top of her head before drifting back to sleep, just being lazy and enjoying it.

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Taking a deep breath in her sleep, Taylor begins to wake slowly, pressing her face against his chest as she burrows closer, into the warmth of his arms.

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Kurt's fingers stroke up and down her arm slowly as he presses his face up against her hair, just breathing her in, kissing her forehead.

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"Good morning," she murmurs, stretching against him as she kisses his shoulder. "How did you sleep?"

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"Good," he smiles, stroking some hair back from her eyes. "You?"

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"Well. I was having a hard time sleeping last night. I don't know why, so when I heard you come in, I...took a chance on seeing if this was okay," Taylor explains. "And it was, I think, and I slept really...really well."

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"It was okay," he nods, stroking her hair and kissing her forehead. "Guess you needed this."

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"You," Taylor counters. "I needed you." It's a bold but true statement, even as her eyes drift closed at the feel of his fingers in her hair.

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"You've got me," he assures her, playing with the soft strands of her hair between his fingers.

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"Kurt," she whispers softly, voice low, almost sleepy again, but she's not. She's simply relaxed and the words leave her lips easily.

"I love you."

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He takes a deep breath when he hears those words, letting them sink in deeply as he strokes her hair. And he loves her, too. God, he loves her.

"I love you. I always have."

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Kissing up his chest, Taylor leans over him, hair falling in front of her face a bit as her lips brush his. It's just a grazing, but it's also an invitation for more.