Sumner had given Blake the final blows that saw to his passing out. The last thing Blake saw as he fought to keep his sight, was Lily crying. Whether it was over him, or over something Kat said, did not matter to Blake. She was crying, and he had played a good part in seeing to that. Though his original intention had been to hurt her the way she hurt him, he was rewarded with nothing as he witnessed it.
Blake shook in his sleep, but only for a moment as soft hands were quick to caress his broken face, cool lips calming him as they gently brushed over his. Blake imagined Lily sitting by his side, and suddenly his nightmare was driven away replaced by a sweet dream of the blue eyes that he longed to wake to see. His love was no longer crying, no longer wrapped around another, but beside him, waiting only for him. Blake smiled and his fists unclenched as he forgot all about the fight, all about Sumner 'screwing' Lily, and even about Ford. All that existed in this new peaceful moment, was Lily.
The faint sound of words, incantations more like, brought Blake back to consciousness quicker than he wanted. He wanted very much to stay asleep, dreaming of the Lily he loved. But the person standing over him was merciless, their outline becoming bolder in the dimmed light as he slowly came back to reality. As he blinked to clear his vision, he felt his eyes sting under the movement of his lids. His head was suddenly pounding as blood rushed to clot the opening that Sumner had graced upon him. His jaw was set normally, but as he opened his mouth to let out a groan of pain, he felt it clink out of place, broken. What else of his was broken? Blake wondered as his eyes moved around the wing, falling upon the one person he longed to touch and hold. But just as his eyes softened and his heart melted like it was whole again, Lily bent down over the sleeping Sumner to give him the kiss that should have been for Blake. Tears stung his swelling eyes, trickling down his face he felt a new pain strike him, the one he had gotten so used to over the past months but that he had forgotten about in his sleep. But it was back, and as it crashed over him again, Blake closed his eyes and fought back the sob he felt coming on. Silently, tormented and broken both in body and soul, Blake let the nurse feel his body for broken bones, mending everywhere she saw fit but not where was needed the most.
When she was done with Blake, he quickly grabbed her hand to stop her from leaving just yet. "I want to go back to my dorm," Blake said just loud enough for only her to hear. "Please," he pleaded, as he saw the stern look she gave him. A few seconds passed as she seemed to contemplate his current situation. He must have been better than he felt, because it was not long before she quickly nodded and then walked back to wherever it was she was needed next.
Silently, Blake lifted a hand to wipe away the useless tears he had cried. Nothing had changed; Lily wasn't his anymore, and Sumner and Ford, and whoever else Lily had given herself to, still existed. His aviator uniform had been in better shape than Sumner's costume, so the nurse had not seen any need to change him out of it. Sitting up, Blake turned his back to Lily, hoping she did not notice him just yet. The nurse had done him well, where his jaw had been broken, it now sat in its right place and allowed him the will to speak. "Thank you," he whispered, eyes glued to his unbruised knuckles. "For helping me to see again what is real, and what isn't."
Blake was on his feet quicker than his head could cope with, and as he swayed slightly, he allowed himself a second to steady before he took off toward the door of the Hospital Wing, a new burdening knowledge of Lily and Sumner weighing heavily down on his back as he fled.