Kurt was in the bath, his eyes closed as he leaned his head back,
with music filling the entire apartment gently. His tail hung over the
side, swinging to and fro in time with the music. Everything in the
apartment was calm and peaceful and he figured he could take a nap in the
bath for a while before going out for supper.
His peace and quiet was disturbed when he heard someone banging fiercely on his door.
"Who can that be?" he muttered, getting out of the tub reluctantly. Growling softly to himself, he quickly rubbed himself dry and he wrapped the towel around his waist as he headed for the door.
"I hear you!" he shouted, as the banging got louder and angrier. "Hold your..."
Johanna phased through the door and became solid enough to slap him in the face without any warning.
"What the hell!" Kurt shouted, taking a step back and rubbing his smarting cheek. "What are you doing here?" he demanded. "You could have at least warned me before you came through my door like that you know!"
"You're coming home with me." Johanna said; her eyes narrowed dangerously. Kurt snorted, shaking his head and he turned around and headed for his bedroom to put on some clothes.
"Is that the only reason why you came here?" he asked behind his door. "Well it seems you've wasted your time, dear sister! I'm not going back there." Johanna phased her head through the door, startling Kurt as he zipped his pants a little too fast and let out a short scream.
"I hope it hurts like hell!" Johanna said, coming all the way through. "Why don't you want to come back? Are you still pissed because out parents wanted to wait until we were supposedly mature to handle what happened to them? Why can't you get over that?"
"If they want to see me so bad, why don't they come here themselves?" Kurt shot back. "All they do is send you to give their stupid little messages!"
"They've wanted to for a long time." Johanna said. "But they were too afraid that you would send them away in your stupidity and anger towards them!"
"Get out of my apartment before I call the police." Kurt warned, his tail flicking side to side dangerously.
"Dad taught me how to fight a lot longer than he did you since you left." Johanna said. "I could kick your ass all the way back to the lighthouse!"
"Why did you come back here?" Kurt shouted in frustration. "Why do you bother me about our parents like this? I'm a man now and I have my own life. I don't need them anymore than they need me! So what's the point?" he asked. Johanna couldn't hold it back anymore and she burst into tears with clenched fists.
"Because dad has lung cancer!" she shouted. "It started in his lower right lung and now it's all over his right and left lungs. Moira says that chemotherapy won't help him much and they can't cut it out because of how much it has taken over!" Kurt stared at her blankly, his tail falling limp.
"What?" he asked numbly.
"He's always having coughing fits." Johanna said. "He's always coughing up a lot of blood and weird looking phlegm. He's not doing good, Kurt. Not good at all!" Kurt sat down on his bed slowly, shaking his head.
"You're lying." He said. "This is a trick to try and make me come back isn't it?" Johanna took out a folder and she handed it to him. Opening it, Kurt found x-rays of his father's chest. Holding them up to the light, he could see the large amounts of cancer in his lungs, and his eyes grew wide in horror.
"We need to be together to deal with this." Johanna continued. "Come back with me." Putting the x-rays back, Kurt shook his head as he handed them back to Johanna.
"I can't." he said simply.
"Why not?" Johanna asked, her anger flaring up once more.
"Because I can't go back after being gone for so long." Kurt said, looking at the ground. "They won't want me back there."
"Kurt..."
"Go back to the lighthouse, Johanna."
"Listen to me!"
"Father needs you to be with him!" Kurt shouted. "Now go back and leave me alone!"
Looking at Kurt sadly, Johanna shook her head and she turned and left, leaving him alone in his room.
His peace and quiet was disturbed when he heard someone banging fiercely on his door.
"Who can that be?" he muttered, getting out of the tub reluctantly. Growling softly to himself, he quickly rubbed himself dry and he wrapped the towel around his waist as he headed for the door.
"I hear you!" he shouted, as the banging got louder and angrier. "Hold your..."
Johanna phased through the door and became solid enough to slap him in the face without any warning.
"What the hell!" Kurt shouted, taking a step back and rubbing his smarting cheek. "What are you doing here?" he demanded. "You could have at least warned me before you came through my door like that you know!"
"You're coming home with me." Johanna said; her eyes narrowed dangerously. Kurt snorted, shaking his head and he turned around and headed for his bedroom to put on some clothes.
"Is that the only reason why you came here?" he asked behind his door. "Well it seems you've wasted your time, dear sister! I'm not going back there." Johanna phased her head through the door, startling Kurt as he zipped his pants a little too fast and let out a short scream.
"I hope it hurts like hell!" Johanna said, coming all the way through. "Why don't you want to come back? Are you still pissed because out parents wanted to wait until we were supposedly mature to handle what happened to them? Why can't you get over that?"
"If they want to see me so bad, why don't they come here themselves?" Kurt shot back. "All they do is send you to give their stupid little messages!"
"They've wanted to for a long time." Johanna said. "But they were too afraid that you would send them away in your stupidity and anger towards them!"
"Get out of my apartment before I call the police." Kurt warned, his tail flicking side to side dangerously.
"Dad taught me how to fight a lot longer than he did you since you left." Johanna said. "I could kick your ass all the way back to the lighthouse!"
"Why did you come back here?" Kurt shouted in frustration. "Why do you bother me about our parents like this? I'm a man now and I have my own life. I don't need them anymore than they need me! So what's the point?" he asked. Johanna couldn't hold it back anymore and she burst into tears with clenched fists.
"Because dad has lung cancer!" she shouted. "It started in his lower right lung and now it's all over his right and left lungs. Moira says that chemotherapy won't help him much and they can't cut it out because of how much it has taken over!" Kurt stared at her blankly, his tail falling limp.
"What?" he asked numbly.
"He's always having coughing fits." Johanna said. "He's always coughing up a lot of blood and weird looking phlegm. He's not doing good, Kurt. Not good at all!" Kurt sat down on his bed slowly, shaking his head.
"You're lying." He said. "This is a trick to try and make me come back isn't it?" Johanna took out a folder and she handed it to him. Opening it, Kurt found x-rays of his father's chest. Holding them up to the light, he could see the large amounts of cancer in his lungs, and his eyes grew wide in horror.
"We need to be together to deal with this." Johanna continued. "Come back with me." Putting the x-rays back, Kurt shook his head as he handed them back to Johanna.
"I can't." he said simply.
"Why not?" Johanna asked, her anger flaring up once more.
"Because I can't go back after being gone for so long." Kurt said, looking at the ground. "They won't want me back there."
"Kurt..."
"Go back to the lighthouse, Johanna."
"Listen to me!"
"Father needs you to be with him!" Kurt shouted. "Now go back and leave me alone!"
Looking at Kurt sadly, Johanna shook her head and she turned and left, leaving him alone in his room.