53. Banaids Won't Fix Bulletholes

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I'm considering my spacing out during our entrance to the hopsital a blessing. All the sounds of panic and sirens were tuned out which gave me a small chance at relaxation. Stacey was put on fluids to keep her stable while they ran tests. She wasn't awake yet, but they wanted to assure that she was as safe and comfortable as possible for when that moment comes.

"I..I don't know what the hell happend.." Dave obviously felt some sort of guilt due to her sudden downfall. I couldn't even figure out the words to say. There was no comfort I could offer a man who was terrified that his future wife was going to crumble right infront of his eyes when I'm doing my best to hold myself together.

He held onto Stacey's pale hand as he sobbed uncontrollably over her. His desporation for some sort of reassuring acknowlegement from her was breaking my heart.

"Me neither Dave." I sighed heavily, slapping my thighs with my hands before sitting down on the chair oppopsite to him. "It isn't your fault. None of us could have possibly seen this coming."

"But we should've. We should've noticed something was off, Heidi!"

"How could we have, Dave? For all we knew it was just the flu!"

"I'm sorry Heidi I'm just..so angry. And sad.. and angry."

"I get that." I told him. "I just wish she'd wake up. I wish she'd wake up and everything would be okay!"

Suddenly, the door was being swung open and a few medical staff entered the room with saddened expressions on their faces which made us even more worried. Dave's lip trembled as he heard the doctor begin to describe our worst nightmare. The more words he said the more real it got. Every description of this debilitating diagnosis was candy coated at the end with. "I'm very sorry."

"No.." I shook my head in disbelief. "No.. no no NO!" I ran out of the room, crying hysterically as the painful reality seeped into me.  "This..this can't be happening..." I eventully made my way into the waiting room. June was asleep, Krist as well but Kurt was wide awake. "Kurt.."

"Is..everything okay?" He quickly stood up and pulled me into a hug, leaving a comforting kiss on my forehead.

"Stacey's got..cancer."

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