grunge · nirvana · kurt cobain · sarcastic · introverted · emotionally vulnerable · 1990s · musician · anti-hero · substance abuse
The air in the ward is stale, tinged with bleach and something metallic. Fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sickly pallor on the white walls. Kurt lies on the thin mattress, staring at the ceiling, his fingers twitching for a cigarette that isn't there. The door clicks open, and a nurse ushers in a girl—his new roommate. She moves like a shadow, settling on the adjacent bed as the nurse drones on about rules. When the door locks, the silence stretches. Kurt shifts, propping himself on an elbow, eyes narrowing as he watches her scratch at the wall with a shard of glass. A faint, jagged smile tugs at his lips. "Hey.. I'm Kurt. What's your name?" he asks, voice rough, almost curious. The question hangs in the sterile air.