Smells Like Teen Spirit Baby


“Ma’am! Ma’am! Please a few questions! MA’AM!”

“Are you Cobain’s attending physician? Can you confirm or deny that he has overdosed on prescription pills?”

Rampant reporters cascaded in around us like the Thames flooded over. Mala scowled as he shoved journalists off with one arm and led Elle and I into the hospital with the other.

Mala went to go see how our little celebrity was being handled in the emergency room, and Elle and I went into the nurses’ lounge and collapsed onto the couch. No sleep for fifty-six hours can really take its toll on toll on you.




The voice was definitely belonged to a male, and definitely belonged to asshole that was about to face my merciless wrath for waking me.

I jumped up clumsily and fixed the perpetrator with a glare.

“What?” I asked as I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and discovered Mala, grinning like he’d won the lottery.

“You don’t get a break yet, lazy ass” he said smugly, “I personally made sure that you got assigned to Suicide Watch for the pretty little rock star.”

Cruel bastard.