Twelve

                                    

                                          
"I'm okay now." Kurt reassured as he kissed Krist's cheek. Hopefully to calm the bassist down. 
That seemed to have worked. Krist had a flat expression on his face. He looked down at Kurt with love and concern.
Kurt pulled his head back and laid it onto the snow white colored pillow. He chewed on his lip as he furrowed his eyebrows.
"Are they going to put me in rehab?.."Kurt hesitantly asked. His cerulean eyes reflected pain as he looked at Krist. 
"That's your decision. They can't force you." Krist replied. He shifted as he carefully laid his lanky body next to Kurt.
The hospital bed slightly squeaked as Krist got himself comfortable next to Kurt. 
The blonde haired male slowly laid his head onto Krist's chest. Krist wrapped an arm around Kurt. Comfortingly rubbing Kurt's shoulder. 
"I don't want too." Kurt hesitantly admitted. "I don't need rehab."  Krist sighed heavily. "But it can help you.." 
Kurt shakes his head. Tears threatening to spill as he looked up at Krist. "I'm not ready. I–.. I don't want too." His voice cracked. 
Krist leaned his head down. Looking deeply into the pained blue eyes. "Then how can we get you off of it?" He asked. 
Kurt felt tears roll down his face. "I'm not addicted! I swear!" He suddenly shouted. 
Krist hushed him. "Shh, Love. It's okay. I'll tell the doctors you don't want too. But.. it pains me for you to do this to yourself."
Kurt scratched the back of his head as he stuttered out. "i...I...how about– how about– I don't do it as often?.. yeah?? W-will that work? Please Krist I'm so sorry." His voice shakes once he apologized.
Krist gently pulled Kurt into a hug. Being mindful of the I.V he hugged the blonde carefully. 
The heart monitor beeping quietly in the background. The evening rain hitting the window panes. 
"Not as often?. I want you to be clean off of heroin." Krist sternly says as he kissed Kurt's head. 
Kurt felt his heart flutter in sadness as he lifted his head to look at Krist. "I'll be clean! Just.. don't put in rehab. Please. Please." He pleaded.
Krist sighed. "Okay, I won't put you in rehabilitation. Just use marijuana or something lighter. Heroin can literally kill you. On the spot, Kurt!" He shouted the last part. 
Kurt started to cry as he laid his head onto Krist's chest. "I'm so sorry. Please don't be mad." He whimpered out. 
Krist rubbed Kurt's back. "I'm not mad. I'm scared. I'm scared of losing you."
Kurt sniffled as he kept his head laying on Krist's chest. A blank expression now resting on his face as he sighed.
"Now, I'm going to let your doctor know that you refuse rehab. And uh, you'll probably be discharged tomorrow." Krist explained as he carefully got out of the hospital bed. 
Kurt rolled over. His back facing Krist as he muttered. 
"Thank you."