"And in the dark I want to find that door and go within."
Who: 
Kurt Hummel and Leslie Carter
What: All these sides of me
Where: Neuroscience Unit, Mount Sinai
When: Around the time of THIS
The padded bench along the wall just along the from the water cool was probably intended to be comfort, made for lengthy periods of sitting, but to Kurt, it felt like he was sitting on a rock hard cold slab. He had his arms crossed tightly over his chest and his legs were bouncing with a disjointed and restless pace. His hands were covered in bleeding nail marks but not he had moved on and bitten all his nails off right down that even some of those were bleeding too. He was sweating, and his eyes were red-rimmed and a little bloodshot as he tried so, so damn hard to fight off the cravings.
It wasn't that the desperation and shock was making him irrational. He was very much with it, very much aware of every little thing going on around him. Cravings didn't change him, the drugs did. He knew this. He was slipping, but the bigger part of him, the part Blaine had worked so hard to make better with him, it was fighting the battle and it was what was keeping him sitting there on that bench with Leslie watching the parade of medical staff and Blaine's entourage in Blaine's room. Something was stopping him running out to get his hands on drugs, even if he was in pain and struggling with this whole thing.
He glanced at Leslie briefly before he was looking back to Blaine asleep in the hospital bed after they had sedated him to calm him down. "This is the part where you can judge me now," he told her hoarsely, his fingers twisting into the sleeves of his shirt when he just couldn't sit still.
Kurt Hummel and Leslie CarterWhat: All these sides of me
Where: Neuroscience Unit, Mount Sinai
When: Around the time of THIS
The padded bench along the wall just along the from the water cool was probably intended to be comfort, made for lengthy periods of sitting, but to Kurt, it felt like he was sitting on a rock hard cold slab. He had his arms crossed tightly over his chest and his legs were bouncing with a disjointed and restless pace. His hands were covered in bleeding nail marks but not he had moved on and bitten all his nails off right down that even some of those were bleeding too. He was sweating, and his eyes were red-rimmed and a little bloodshot as he tried so, so damn hard to fight off the cravings.
It wasn't that the desperation and shock was making him irrational. He was very much with it, very much aware of every little thing going on around him. Cravings didn't change him, the drugs did. He knew this. He was slipping, but the bigger part of him, the part Blaine had worked so hard to make better with him, it was fighting the battle and it was what was keeping him sitting there on that bench with Leslie watching the parade of medical staff and Blaine's entourage in Blaine's room. Something was stopping him running out to get his hands on drugs, even if he was in pain and struggling with this whole thing.
He glanced at Leslie briefly before he was looking back to Blaine asleep in the hospital bed after they had sedated him to calm him down. "This is the part where you can judge me now," he told her hoarsely, his fingers twisting into the sleeves of his shirt when he just couldn't sit still.