Kurt & Adrienne at the Brownstone
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xp_logsAdrienne becomes concerned when David doesn't answer his door, and Kurt's help is enlisted.
The night spent with her sister had been exactly what Adrienne had needed, and she left Emma's the next morning feeling like a whole new woman (though a slightly hungover one, but it wasn't like that was unique.) Except now it was almost as if it was time to get back to the real world. She couldn't hide from her responsibilities and obligations, no matter how much she might be tempted. And the main responsibility she was focused on right now was North. Adrienne felt pretty guilty about not checking in with him sooner. Now that she knew about his addiction, she felt responsible for him, damnit! Except she'd been too caught up yesterday in herself, in what she needed, and she hadn't been thinking about him. Well, now she had to remedy that.
Pastry bag and coffee in hand, Adrienne knocked on his suite door. When he didn't answer, she knocked again, calling out to him. "Ninja, it's le principessa, open up! I have coffee and pastry!" When he still didn't answer, she assumed he wasn't home, and turned to leave. But something made her pause and dig into her purse to clean off a hand and Read his doorway. She saw him going into the apartment. But not coming out. So unless he'd left via a fire escape, he was in there. "Are you sleeping?" she shouted, then tried his phone. It just rang and rang. "Okaaaaaay, I'm starting to get worried, here! C'mon!"
After waiting another few moments, worry started to set in. She knew he was an addict, that he'd been going through withdrawl. And that now he was at home, where she could only assume there was a wealth of pills. "Oh shit." Okay, what was she gonna do? Maybe he was just sleeping with earplugs in. And a mask. Like Holly Golightly. That was a good image. Okay wait no, don't think about that now. He might not be sleeping. He might be lying in the bathtub. Or on the floor. There might be vomit. Eew. Okay but how was she going to check? Could someone bust down the door? Except Emma owned the building and she'd probably be pissed. Unless it was really necessary. But it might not be! Maybe there was someone around who could get in another way! Trenchcoats could all pick locks, right? Even North's?
"Hey guys, I think I need some help here!" she called out, and started knocking on doors, going to Amanda's first.
It wasn't Amanda who opened the door but Kurt, lookig startled as he peered out into the hallway. "Adrienne? Was ist los?"
"Teleporter! Awesome! It's North," Adrienne explained, relieved to see Kurt. "He's in his apartment but he's not answering his door or his phone. I think something might have happened to him. Can you 'port in there and check?"
"Of course." He remembered, suddenly, how the older man had seemed sick in Genosha and he was quick to close the door behind him and follow Adrienne to North's door. And then in, on his own, only to open the door from the other side moments later.
"Adrienne, call Jean. Tell her I am bringing her a patient." He turned without another word to hurry back to the painfully thin man on the floor. Mein Gott, David, what have you done?"
Eyes wide at Kurt's order, Adrienne dropped the coffee and pastry bag and dialed Jean. When the call connected she was inside the suite, able to see for herself just why Kurt had told her to call. Without really processing what was going on, she told Jean North had overdosed on amphetamines. She didn't need to look at the label on the empty pill bottle next to the unconscious form under the coffee table to know that.
"Shit, David, you fucking idiot," she cursed, tossing her phone aside and kneeling beside him, trying to shake him awake. "Don't be dead or Vanessa's going to fucking kill me."
Kurt nudged her aside gently to gather North into his arms. "I will come back for you when he is with the doctors", he promised. "He will be in the best of hands."
"Oh. Yeah. 'Course." Adrienne wasn't thinking straight, but when Kurt nudged her she scuttled away obediently to give him room. "Thanks."
The night spent with her sister had been exactly what Adrienne had needed, and she left Emma's the next morning feeling like a whole new woman (though a slightly hungover one, but it wasn't like that was unique.) Except now it was almost as if it was time to get back to the real world. She couldn't hide from her responsibilities and obligations, no matter how much she might be tempted. And the main responsibility she was focused on right now was North. Adrienne felt pretty guilty about not checking in with him sooner. Now that she knew about his addiction, she felt responsible for him, damnit! Except she'd been too caught up yesterday in herself, in what she needed, and she hadn't been thinking about him. Well, now she had to remedy that.
Pastry bag and coffee in hand, Adrienne knocked on his suite door. When he didn't answer, she knocked again, calling out to him. "Ninja, it's le principessa, open up! I have coffee and pastry!" When he still didn't answer, she assumed he wasn't home, and turned to leave. But something made her pause and dig into her purse to clean off a hand and Read his doorway. She saw him going into the apartment. But not coming out. So unless he'd left via a fire escape, he was in there. "Are you sleeping?" she shouted, then tried his phone. It just rang and rang. "Okaaaaaay, I'm starting to get worried, here! C'mon!"
After waiting another few moments, worry started to set in. She knew he was an addict, that he'd been going through withdrawl. And that now he was at home, where she could only assume there was a wealth of pills. "Oh shit." Okay, what was she gonna do? Maybe he was just sleeping with earplugs in. And a mask. Like Holly Golightly. That was a good image. Okay wait no, don't think about that now. He might not be sleeping. He might be lying in the bathtub. Or on the floor. There might be vomit. Eew. Okay but how was she going to check? Could someone bust down the door? Except Emma owned the building and she'd probably be pissed. Unless it was really necessary. But it might not be! Maybe there was someone around who could get in another way! Trenchcoats could all pick locks, right? Even North's?
"Hey guys, I think I need some help here!" she called out, and started knocking on doors, going to Amanda's first.
It wasn't Amanda who opened the door but Kurt, lookig startled as he peered out into the hallway. "Adrienne? Was ist los?"
"Teleporter! Awesome! It's North," Adrienne explained, relieved to see Kurt. "He's in his apartment but he's not answering his door or his phone. I think something might have happened to him. Can you 'port in there and check?"
"Of course." He remembered, suddenly, how the older man had seemed sick in Genosha and he was quick to close the door behind him and follow Adrienne to North's door. And then in, on his own, only to open the door from the other side moments later.
"Adrienne, call Jean. Tell her I am bringing her a patient." He turned without another word to hurry back to the painfully thin man on the floor. Mein Gott, David, what have you done?"
Eyes wide at Kurt's order, Adrienne dropped the coffee and pastry bag and dialed Jean. When the call connected she was inside the suite, able to see for herself just why Kurt had told her to call. Without really processing what was going on, she told Jean North had overdosed on amphetamines. She didn't need to look at the label on the empty pill bottle next to the unconscious form under the coffee table to know that.
"Shit, David, you fucking idiot," she cursed, tossing her phone aside and kneeling beside him, trying to shake him awake. "Don't be dead or Vanessa's going to fucking kill me."
Kurt nudged her aside gently to gather North into his arms. "I will come back for you when he is with the doctors", he promised. "He will be in the best of hands."
"Oh. Yeah. 'Course." Adrienne wasn't thinking straight, but when Kurt nudged her she scuttled away obediently to give him room. "Thanks."
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