Perfumed Secrets | Kurt Cobain

Take me as I am, take me baby, in stride, only you can save me tonight

Her heart sank at Amy's suspicion. Still uncertain of the severity of the situation, she kept asking, "What do you mean, high? Like on pot?"

"I don't know for sure. But it certainly doesn't look like pot. Seems like something heavier," Amy replied, choosing her words carefully to avoid alarming her friend even further.

Determined to help, Faye insisted, "I'll go back and watch him." She turned back towards the apartment, but Amy grabbed her hand before she could open the door.

"Listen, Faye, I don't want to be the one stepping into your life or trying to prohibit you from anything. But this looks bad. I'm not sure you should get involved with it. I mean, not judging or anything, everyone with their own choices. But I think you're not the one that should be handling this," Amy stated firmly.

"I... I want to help him. Besides, I can't leave him alone," she responded, her thoughts drifting away as she stared at her shoes.

"As I told you before, I'm not gonna be the one to stop you from anything. Just please, keep me posted, okay?" Amy requested, realizing her friend wouldn't give up easily.

Faye agreed with her head in silence and returned to the apartment. Kurt still held the cigarette in his hands, the ashes on the edge of falling as he nodded off. She gently took it from his hand, causing him to wake up again.

"Hey, Faye," he greeted, flashing a smile that was notably different from any she had witnessed before. "I'm so glad you're here," he started stretching his arms.

"Kurt, do you need anything? How can I help you?" Faye expressed genuine concern for his well-being.

"Nothing, I just need you to be here with me," he said while opening his arms and inviting her to join him.

She hesitated for a moment but gave in. "Is everything okay, Kurt? What's going on?" She was trying to get some clarity.

"Oh, it's nothing, baby. I'm just tired, that's all," he reassured her, wrapping his arms around her. As he began to mumble nonsensically, Faye couldn't shake off the worry, and Amy's earlier warning echoed in her mind. What was he really up to?

She tried her best to comfort Kurt. She stayed by his side, soothingly running her fingers through his hair as he mumbled incoherent words. Hours passed, and his condition didn't seem to improve. He was drifting in and out of consciousness, and Faye, growing increasingly concerned, began to contemplate reaching out to someone for help. However, she was still unaware of the true nature of Kurt's condition.

As she pondered her next move, Kurt's eyes fluttered open. He looked at her with gratitude and vulnerability. "Faye, you're my savior. I've missed you so much," he whispered, his words slurring together.

She smiled weakly, still uncertain about the situation. "Kurt, maybe we should call someone, get you some help," she suggested, worry in her voice.

He shook his head, his movements slow and deliberate. "No, Faye, I just need you here. You make everything better," he murmured, trying to pull her into a tight embrace.

Faye, torn between her concern for Kurt and her lack of understanding about his condition, hesitated. "Kurt, please, tell me what's going on. I want to help, but I need to know what's happening," she pleaded.

Kurt sighed, his gaze distant. "It's just been... Rough. But having you here, it's like a lifeline," he said, avoiding the specifics of his struggles.

Unsure of how to proceed, Faye continued to stay by his side, unaware of the depth of the challenges he was facing. As she tried to provide comfort, a gnawing sense of unease settled in her stomach, signaling that things might not be as simple as they seemed.