Get back home, things are wrong - Well, not really. It was bad all along.

[hostage]

Date & Time: June 18 - 20
Location: the hospital & catacombs
Characters: Jesse, Saul & OPEN to anyone who wants to run into them
Summary: Jesse drags Saul's ass to safety and then they hang out for a while.
Notes: First thread is for Jesse and Saul, start subsequent threads for visiting.
Warnings: Jesse's high, Saul's sick. It's probably a little gross.

[Jesse's already been at Saul's side for days, ever since he was brought to the hospital. At first, the only thing he's worried about is the illness itself and the possibility that Walter White might stop by to speed the process along, so to speak. Then comes the United Earth's transmission, and then the alert that bombing is imminent. Still, Saul's condition is so bad that Jesse doesn't want to evacuate him until it's absolutely necessary. It's one of those tough decisions: what if the bombs never come but the stress of it all makes Saul even sicker? He opts to keep watch instead - already wearing a ventilator to keep from getting infected, anyway - and to listen for the sounds he's come to know so well by now.

When he hears the first distant rumbles, he gets to his feet immediately and reaches out to shake Saul's shoulders.]

Wake up. Wake up, Saul. We gotta go.

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[highhealplz]

[ He's there about ten minutes after Saul's text reaches him. There's a small blue light that dances around him as he walks, lighting the way a little better than the dim, underground lighting can provide, though it flickers away and out of sight as he approaches what's been serving as a clinic underground. ]

Saul? — [ No, there. He quiets himself quickly and strides over as soon as he's spotted him, eyes already on who he presumes is Jesse. ] How're you both doing?

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[Thank God. Saul sits up a little too quickly, flinches, and — in spite of that — points to Jesse. Him first. No arguing this time.]

He had a bad reaction to some medication. High fever out of nowhere, shaking, sweating, the works. That was... an hour ago? Maybe two. He's stabilized since then, I think — [Pause. Coughing break.]

— but he needs help.

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Christ...

[Jesse remains slumped where he is, rubbing his forehead. He thinks it's pretty obvious he's not the real sick one here. He can't see himself, though: still lightly soaked in sweat, skin an off color, eyes yellowed, lips dry and cracked. He's better in the sense that his heartbeat has slowed somewhat - but it's still racing above normal - and his fever has dropped a few degrees. All that means is that he's better enough to stop panicking about his own condition and to focus entirely on Saul.]

Do something about that cough first. I swear to god, he sounds like he's gonna stop breathing like any second.

[highhealplz]

[ Sorry, Jesse. You do pretty much look like shit. He goes for him first, but the good news is that the wait time for Saul is a whopping three seconds. First to one, then the other, he veritably bathes them in holy magic with a wave of his hand. It's soothing, relaxing green light, which will take with it all major and minor aches and pains.

It can't do much for non-physical wounds except relieve the symptoms, though. ]

It's just a temporary fix — for both of you. I can't cure sickness, I can only make you feel better while you have them. But call me as often as you need for that part, it's exactly what I'm here for.

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[Temporary though it may be, it's a thousand times better than nothing. This is the first deep breath Saul's taken without choking in days.

He reaches up and claps Ashraf on the arm.]

Thanks, buddy.

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[Considering Jesse isn't actually infected, this is basically all he needs. And he's pretty grateful for it, because the only thing keeping him from having another bump has been the fear that his heart will explode, so - that's great.]

Yeah. Thanks.

[highhealplz]

[ Ashraf smiles, warmly despite the exhaustion, and rests a hand briefly over Saul's. But then he needs it back to call down a blessing over both of them (another light show — this time it's a fading blue glow, and they should be feeling stronger and heartier). ]

I have to get back. [ He's already turning to go, but waits long enough to fix a stern look on them both. ] And I'm serious about calling me, alright? Even if it's just mild discomfort.

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[Saul is a huge fan of the blue glow. It's almost enough to distract him from the way he's mentally kicking the shit out of himself for not doing this sooner. He could have spared Jesse all that —

Well, maybe. If Ashraf was even around, at that point.

But anyway.]

We will.