Actually looking forward to some time out of the city...

Who: singslikeagirl, showingnuttage and eventually bad2theboner
What: The first steps
Where: Mount Sinai Medical Center
When: Thursday evening
Rating: PG

Kurt toyed with his wedding ring, twisting it around his finger as he quietly watch Sam sitting propped up in the hospital bed staring down at his own feet. Beyond the initial greetings, not much conversation had passed in the five minutes since Kurt arrived. It wasn't that Kurt didn't know what to say, it was that he didn't know what Sam wanted him to say... or not say, rather. Andrew had insisted that Sam had been okay with him confiding in Kurt about the epilepsy and the bulimia that probably caused it. But that didn't mean he would want to talk about it now that Kurt was allowed to visit. The last thing Kurt wanted was to upset Sam.

He glanced beside him where Andrew was sitting. Well, half-sitting, half-slumped over asleep with his head resting against the back of the chair. Sam had explained that Andrew fell asleep while he was visiting and didn't want to bother him. Kurt just hoped Andrew didn't give himself a spinal injury lying in that awkward position, but he seemed to be sleeping quite soundly. After a couple more moments, Kurt cleared his throat to finally say something. "Did you ever just want to tell anyone?" he asked quietly. "I mean all us, here in New York since we came back together. We would have listened, you know. Helped you."

Who: singslikeagirl, showingnuttage and eventually bad2theboner
What: The first steps
Where: Mount Sinai Medical Center
When: Thursday evening
Rating: PG

Kurt toyed with his wedding ring, twisting it around his finger as he quietly watch Sam sitting propped up in the hospital bed staring down at his own feet. Beyond the initial greetings, not much conversation had passed in the five minutes since Kurt arrived. It wasn't that Kurt didn't know what to say, it was that he didn't know what Sam wanted him to say... or not say, rather. Andrew had insisted that Sam had been okay with him confiding in Kurt about the epilepsy and the bulimia that probably caused it. But that didn't mean he would want to talk about it now that Kurt was allowed to visit. The last thing Kurt wanted was to upset Sam.

He glanced beside him where Andrew was sitting. Well, half-sitting, half-slumped over asleep with his head resting against the back of the chair. Sam had explained that Andrew fell asleep while he was visiting and didn't want to bother him. Kurt just hoped Andrew didn't give himself a spinal injury lying in that awkward position, but he seemed to be sleeping quite soundly. After a couple more moments, Kurt cleared his throat to finally say something. "Did you ever just want to tell anyone?" he asked quietly. "I mean all us, here in New York since we came back together. We would have listened, you know. Helped you."

I miss my mom.

rockstarwarbler > bad2theboner

I know you have a hell of a lot on your plate right now, but do you think I could borrow you for, like five minutes when you can? Kurt's, um, spotty and I'm trying not to piss myself laughing.