Here For You

Eight

Suddenly nurses and doctors came outside and got Kurt onto a stretcher. Oxygen starting to be hooked onto him as they rushed him back inside.

Krist and Dave tried to follow but a nurse stopped them.

"I'm sorry but I need to ask you two about his medical information and what is going on here." The nurse spoke.

Krist held his tears in as Dave nodded. "Y-yeah..we can answer questions." He muttered out in a stressed shaky voice.

A few hours passed, Krist eventually did mostly the talking since he witnessed most of this traumatic experience.

With the whole story structured out, now Krist and Dave were sitting in the waiting room. Waiting to hear about Kurt's condition.

Krist held his head in his hands. Staring at the floor. The TV that was hanging upwards in the corner was playing in the background.

The E.R waiting room was quiet. Only a few patients resided in it along with guests. But they weren't in critical condition as Kurt was.

Dave placed a hand onto Krist's shoulder. "What caused him to do this..?" He asked. Krist sniffled as he shoved Dave's hand away.

"I don't know. But it's scaring me." Krist snapped back. His heart aching so hard that it feels like it's going to break even more than it already has.

It's 4:37AM read the little clock that was on the wall in the waiting room.

"Just a few hours ago..we were making jokes..and he was smiling." Krist felt his voice cracked as he covered his face with his hands.

Dave pulled Krist into a hug. "Maybe it was something I did..? I mean, during the interview?.."

"You apologized for that..so I don't know." Krist sniffled as he lifted his hands away from his face.

"But, don't ever do that again. Because, Kurt.. got that all the time from his father. He told me." Krist muttered sadly as he looked at Dave.

"You mean fake hitting him in the face..?" Dave asked and tilted his head. Krist nodded.

"He always got hit by his dad. Actual hits. Slaps to the face and whatnot.. He told me when I first met him. I did this same thing a year ago.."

"..in '90 and he looked the same way when you did it.. quiet..and.. fuck man." Krist shakes his head, his voice shaky.

Dave sighed. "I didn't know.." His voice cracked. Krist wrapped an arm around Dave and gave him a one arm hug.

"I know you didn't. It's okay. Don't blame this on yourself. It's probably something else that triggered this. He wasn't acting himself before the performance anyway." Krist reassured as he patted Dave's shoulder.

"What do you mean..?" Dave asked.

Krist sighed. "Earlier before the rehearsal.. I saw him crying at his reflection. He shouted at me to piss off. And I guess, that's what happened this time again and he was gonna use..you know to "help" him but.. he took too much."

Dave felt tears rolled down his face. "Why is he so insecure..? He's an amazing guy, he's our best friend. I don't understand why..–"

He shuts himself down and cries. Krist hugged Dave close and rubbed his back.

"I don't know, Dave. But thank you for driving us here.. without you, he would've been dead."Krist numbly spoke as the two broke apart from the embrace.

Dave wiped his eyes. "I saved his life..?" Krist nodded. "I was panicking.. I didn't know what to do. But, he's here now.. the doctors got him."

The drummer and bassist nodded their heads as they relaxed themselves.

Waiting.