Nirvana one-shots

The call

“He’s alive.” Krist said. “He’s alive….” 
Hearing that made me instantly start to cry. Tears dripped down my face. They were happy tears. I thought that Kurt was going to die. He did die exactly. He had a heroin overdose, and the doctors had to bring him back to life.
“Where is he?” I demanded. “Have you seen him?” 
“He’s at the closest hospital. I’m wrapped up in something, but I’m going to see him as soon as possible. Can you check on him for me?” Krist asked.
I nodded. “I’ll check on him. Goodbye.” 
As soon as I spoke, I hung up the phone and then hopped into my car. The whole time I was driving, anxiety was pulsing throughout my entire body. All I wanted was for Kurt to be okay. I needed to know that he was okay.
Once I arrived at the place, I leaped out of my car, throwing my keys at the person that was going to put it up. I ran over to Kurt’s room and opened the door, not caring that a nurse was chasing me.
Kurt was lying in a hospital bed. His arms were covered to the brim in bandages, and he looked rough. But he was alive. He lifted his head and stared at me, a smile on his face.
I rushed over to Kurt. I wanted to hold him, but at the same time I didn’t want to hurt him. I sat on a chair next to the bed and grabbed his hand.
“A-Are you okay?” 
“I’m alive.” Kurt answered.
“T-That’s not what I asked. Are you okay?” 
“I don’t know.” 
I was trying so desperately to control my emotions, but when Kurt said that I couldn’t stop myself from sobbing. Kurt froze. He then reached out and petted my head.
“What’s wrong, Dave?” 
“What do you think is wrong?” I snapped. I usually comfort Kurt every time this happens to him, but this has happened so much that I’m starting to get overwhelmed. “Do you think I like seeing you like this? It’s not like this is the first time this has happened this year.” 
“I’m sorry.” 
“If you were sorry, you wouldn’t keep doing this.” I told him. “I thought you died, Kurt. I thought you died… I thought that my best friend, the person I love most in the world, was dead. I keep thinking you are going to die. Every day I think that you are going to overdose. You tell me that nobody cares, but that’s just not true. Courtney may not care, but I care so much. I don’t know what I’m going to do if I lose you, Kurt.” 
“You won’t lose me. I promise.” 
“You don’t know that. Don’t make promises.” I sniffled, trying to make my tears go away. “As long as you keep doing heroin, you are at risk of dying.” 
“I would stop, but I can’t.” Kurt sighed. “I can’t…” 
“You can.” I argued. “You never truly tried. You left rehab.” 
“Only because of Courtney.” 
“Then do it for me.” I urged. “If Courtney is the reason behind your sadness, then leave her. You can live with me, and you can be happy again. Please. Please Kurt. Do whatever. Just stop doing heroin and get better. We can make a plan for you once you’re better if you wish. Just please…” 
I was stuttering over myself and overall sounding like a pathetic mess, but I couldn’t help it. I just wanted Kurt to finally take care of himself. 
“I’ll get better.” Kurt promised. “At least I’ll try.” 
“Thank you…” I said, tears dripping down my face. “That’s all I want. I can’t have you dying again and leaving me.”
Once I spoke, I wrapped my arms tightly around Kurt’s waist, refusing to let go. 
“I-I love you…”