Prompt: Abby - "That's what's important, isn't it. He was wrong and you were right, and while you were arguing about it the little girl died." - "E.R. - The Human Shield"
The only sound in the apartment was Kurt's voice as he recited his lines for the upcoming performance of the Phantom of the Opera that the NYADA Theater group was doing. Kurt had managed to get the part of the Phantom and he was determined to nail the part. This was his last semester at the performing arts school and he wanted to finish with a flourish.
Hearing a knock at the apartment door, Kurt let out a sigh. He contemplated just ignoring it but whoever was on the other side of the door knocked again. Clearly they didn't plan on just walking away.
"If he's forgotten his key again..." Kurt muttered, thinking that it was probably Blaine at the door. His live-in boyfriend had manage to leave for classes without his key twice in as many weeks.
Opening the door, Kurt was surprised to see Wes Hawkins, a resident now at Mercy Hospital, standing there. One look at his old friend from Dalton told Kurt that Wes was troubled by something.
"Is everything okay?" Kurt asked, not because he needed an answer but because he didn't know what else to say.
"No it's not. I can't do this. I'm not sure why I ever let my father pressure me into med school," Wes replied, running a hand through his hair.
Suddenly learning lines for a play seemed unimportant as Kurt reached out to pull his friend into the apartment. "I'll make us some tea and you can tell me what's happened," Kurt told Wes, pushing the door shut behind him
Kurt led Wes to the kitchen and directed him to take a seat on one of the stools at the counter. While he made the tea, Kurt listened to Wes relate the case that had upset him only hours before.
"So you're worried there is going to be repercussions from arguing with your supervisor?" Kurt asked, placing a cup of hot tea down in front of Wes.
"No! I could handle that. It's not the first time I haven't seen eye to eye with an attending. However, a little girl died while we were arguing over the correct treatment method. I couldn't even face her parents."
"And if you had gone along with the course of treatment that the attending had wanted, what would have happened?" Kurt asked, as he sat down on the stool next to Wes with his own cup of tea.
"It was the wrong course of action. It would have probably killed her."
"Then they way I see it, you did the right thing. At least you were trying to give her a chance of survival."
"Why doesn't doing the right thing feel good then?" Wes asked, taking a sip of the hot beverage in front of him.
"That I can't tell you," Kurt replied, wishing there was something he could say to magically make his friend feel better but knowing this situation wasn't going to allow that.