The Pretender

Chapter 17

!!Warnings: Kurt coughs blood again!!

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~Kurt's POV~
We were back home, and I was sitting in the bathroom coughing up blood into the toilet. It's been a couple days and I'm coughing up blood almost everyday. I look really pale, I'm always lightheaded and dizzy. I've been trying to hide it from the others but I think they're starting to get suspicious.

Someone knocked.

"Kurt, you alright? You've been in there for twenty minutes."

I wiped blood from the corners of my mouth, trying to catch my breath, "Taking a shit." Whoever was standing outside the door started laughing, I didn't have the energy to smile. Not even a little bit. I flushed the toilet and washed my face, opening the door. Dave was standing there smiling since he was still laughing a bit. It's always Dave. I'm usually fine with that but I wanna be alone right now. His happy expression was replaced with worry, I guess I looked worse than I thought. Dave placed his hand on my forehead, "You're not warm, do you feel alright?" I managed to smile, "Yes Davey, you don't need to worry." I kissed his cheek, quickly walking away before he could say anything else.

I grabbed a jacket and went outside, walking to a doctor place. I know they have a name, but I don't care at this point. I talked to the guy at the desk and sat in the waiting room for a bit.

"Kurt Cobain?" The doctor called, I stood up, my legs were shaking. I followed the doctor to a room and sat down, the doctor shut the door behind him. He asked me a few questions.

"Well, with how many shows you've done and how much you've been singing and screaming, you've damaged your throat. It's not permanent, but you're lucky it wasn't severe." Then we talked about medicine and some other stuff that I didn't really pay attention to. I went and picked up the meds and went home. I'm exhausted and I just wanna pass out on the couch. I walked into the house and hid the meds so the others wouldn't find them, then I went and passed out on the couch.

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~Dave's POV~
I sat on the bed with Krist, Rylan was asleep in his room. I leaned against Krist sighing, "I'm worried, Krist." Krist hugged me, kissing my head "We should take him to the doctor, probably." I nodded, getting up and going downstairs. Kurt was asleep on the couch, I shook him, "Kurt, wake up." He grumbled, looking at me. I picked him up, "We're taking you to the doctor" He mumbled complaints, "I already wentttt!" What? When did he go? "What do you mean?" He pointed at a cabinet, "Doctor gave me that." He told me where to look and found some medicine. I guess he did go.

"Why didn't you tell us?" Kurt frowned "Didn't want you to worry." He mumbled, looking down. I hugged him, "It's alright, just tell us next time, please." I took him up to Krist and we did nothing for the rest of the day.

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not too proud of this chapter but I'm glad I wrote something
~me