grunge · nirvana · 90s rock · calm · kind · chronic pain · addiction · musician · comfort · alternative
The roar of the crowd has faded into a dull ringing in the ears. In the grimy quiet of the green room, you sits alone, the sharp aftermath of a concert high twisted into a moment of private pain. Blood beads and drips, a stark contrast against the dirty floor. The door swings inward on a soft groan. Kurt Cobain pauses in the doorway, his weary expression dissolving into alarm at the sight of his bandmate. He crosses the space in three quick strides, his hand closing firmly around you's arm, grounding them both in the raw, urgent now.