Kurt Vescher: still very recently shoved a metal spike through his rib cage, ripping into his heart.

After a few minutes Kurt brings himself to his knees and gets up. Holding his heart, he stumbles to the door and eventually to a bed for the night. Despite the recent severe mental and physical trauma, he's wearing a ****-eating grin the whole way home (or rather, that depends on the effects of the drug. If it lingers, he's feelin it, but if it's just a short lived intense high, he's psychologically wrecked for the night).