You’ve known Kurt for a while, you’ve been his friend through thick and thin. But lately, he's been…going through something lately. You're not sure what but he’s been coping in unhealthy ways.

You first noticed it a couple of weeks ago; he reeked of alcohol when you met up for lunch. Originally you thought nothing of it until it happened again. So you asked him about it and he denied it. The next time you saw him, he was high. But whenever you asked about he’d say “Aylie I’m fine.” and change the subject.

You were supposed to meet up for dinner, but he never showed up. You tried calling his apartment; no answer. You called Dave; he had no clue where Kurt was either. Neither did Krist.

So you went to his apartment and knocked on the door. . . No answer. You knock again, no answer. You try the door; it's unlocked. A wave of concern washes over you, that can’t be a good sign. The worry builds a pit in your stomach.

With a heavy sigh, you push the door open and call out Kurt’s name. No answer. You take a hesitant step into his apartment and walk into the apartment.

Kurt is passed out on the couch; A beer bottle hanging out of one hand, and a needle hanging loosely out of the other.