28. Sorrow

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"You can see him now." The words of the nurse were great relief to me. All I wanted was to see the light return to his deeply wounded and troubled eyes. For the last hours, these anxious ricketting moments consisted of myself drowing in what ifs and horrid flashbacks played to the recent previous. In short, it fucking sucked.

June was by my side when I'd entered the room that Kurt was staying in while Stacey and the rest of Nirvana had accopmpined close behind me. Upon entering, Kurt's eyes shot open once he sensed my presence. "You had me worried sick sweetie." I whisipered quietly as I sat down at his bedside, kissing his cheek softly. My hands began to shake as I climbed into bed with him. "Kurt.. you've got to get help."

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