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.

Comments

CLOSED to Jesse & Saul

[hostage]

[5055034455]

[So the thing that sucks is that Saul is actually feeling better and sleeping for the sake of sleeping, not sleeping because he can't stay conscious. (...mostly. At the moment.)

So he's even less happy about being woken up than he would have been otherwise. A little dazed and a lot annoyed, he blinks.]

What?

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[Jesse doesn't have time to answer before the Hold takes its first hit and the whole building quakes in the shock of it. He practically throws himself over Saul to shield him, but thankfully the only things falling so far are a few chunks of crumbling plaster.]

...That.

[5055034455]

[Wow.

Look at how unsurprised he is.

Or maybe that's just the drugs keeping most of the panic at bay. In any event, Saul sighs like this is the move inconvenient thing ever, sits up, and pulls his IV out.

(Yeah, definitely the drugs.)]

I need to get dressed.

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Oh my god, you are not getting dressed. We're going. Now.

[Jesse picks up his own backpack and pulls it on, then gathers up all of Saul's things - at least, whatever's in sight. Anything left behind will have to be fished out of the rubble. Better it than them.]

You can walk, right? Can you walk? Or run?

[legal_eagle]

[Sonya's still in good shape. If she got the disease, it was mild at best, and so she's still on her feet, able to give out treatments and food, passing amongst the ailing down in those catacombs. She's making a point of looking cheerful and bright, shaming all the other assholes into looking a bit more cheerful themselves, because if they're all going to die then at least they ought to go to their graves whistling.

She's making her rounds when she sees someone she knows well. He looks like he's on the verge of death, or near enough - And she's not sentimental, she doesn't give a shit, but she still skips a few beds to hurry her way over to him with her thermos of tea, not even looking at the other person near his bed as she pours Saul one.]

Hey, I was looking for you.

[She smiles down at him, broad and twinkling, just like in the coffee shop those two weeks ago.]

Looks like you went and got yourself right fucked up here, Goodman.

preliminary order: Saul > Jesse > Sonya~

[5055034455]

[The tea is appreciated, but her attitude sure isn't. And Saul gets it — really, he does. If he didn't feel like shit, he might be That Guy, but he feels like shit and he's terrified Jesse's going to up and die on him and a lot of things have changed since Sonya last saw him, so.

All he really manages to do is look relieved when he sees her. He then tries to muster a grateful smile, but it's more of a grimace than anything.]

Sure did.

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[Jesse's not far from Saul, but it's easy to overlook him. He's sitting with his back up against the wall, arms hugging his legs, face buried in his knees. When he hears Sonya's voice, he looks up briefly and then immediately lowers his head again.]

[legal_eagle]

Not up for a ration of shit, huh.

[Her smile gentles just a little bit, turns down from wattage fifty to wattage twenty; she reaches behind her and pulls up a chair.]

There anything you need? I'm about as mobile as they get around here, so if you need me to kick in a door and steal some diamonds or something, I don't think that any of them are up to stopping me. Or - you know - medicine.

[5055034455]

I'm okay.

[For the moment, anyway, so it's not a full lie. And here Saul makes the mistake of looking over at Jesse, head cocked slightly in question: What about you?]

slides in here

[controlledvariable]

[There's a while before Steph even has a chance to do things like check on her friends, but eventually she realizes that she a) needs to take a break and b) is kind of useless when her thoughts are pre-occupied with worry. She has a list to go through, and realizes that Saul is probably higher on it than he really should be, all things considered, but she ignores that as she pulls up the display for her trackers.

Maybe she should feel guilty about sticking a tracker on Saul's tablet - and she should definitely thank Jesse for managing to grab it before leaving the hospital - but it means that she can find him more quickly.]

Oh my god. [as she finally gets to them, because they both look like shit.] Do I need to find a doctor?

[For either of them.]

cries on

[5055034455]

[What Steph is going to need is a crowbar to pry Saul off of her, because he's up and on his feet as soon as he sees her, everything be damned, swooping in for a hug. He didn't get enough of that while holding Jesse, apparently.

Except that's not it at all — he's just relieved to see her alive.

Jesse can answer that question, if he wants. Saul's too busy clenching his jaw and trying not to be a pansy again.]

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[Jesse stays planted right where he is. He looks better than he did earlier, but not much. Recovered enough to be sitting up on his own, his shaking more subtle than it was, but still sweaty and pale.]

Um... Saul's still sick. Somebody should look at him.

[controlledvariable]

[Well, that isn't entirely what she expected, but she can roll with the proverbial punches, holding onto Saul as he hugs her.]

Hey. [Just spoken quietly to Saul, before she turns her head enough to look at Jesse. Idly, she remembers that her lenses are down and thinks really hard about them retracting, which works (sentient weapons are neat), because she doesn't want to look too creepy in the dim light.] I can probably manage that in a second. What about you?

[She's guessing at withdrawal, considering the state Jesse's apartment was in when she visited.]

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[Withdrawal would be a lot better than this. He sinks back a little, uncomfortable.]

I'm okay.

[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.

batwoman is too useless here so have a sea queen ;_;

[hbisea]

[ The more people trickle into the catacombs, the more supplies come in as well. It's not enough for now, but Mera holds onto the hope the others leading the rest of the hospital staff and patients will have them bring along supplies for the others stuck here.

Mera helps to tend to children and women first before she walks around to check on the men. She stops by Saul and/or Jesse after some time. ]

How are you feeling?

hi lady 8D

[5055034455]

["After some time" unfortunately translates to "after Saul almost died — again." So he looks pretty much like shit, he feels pretty much like shit, and Jesse hasn't made a sound in so long that Saul had a few moments where he worried the kid died with his eyes open.

So Mera's question really doesn't need an answer, but Saul will croak one out anyway. Because he's polite.]

Fantastic.

hi saul 8D

[hbisea]

[ He's alive, which she will take as a good sign for now. She's been proceeding around with small towels for everyone who needs it. Makeshift cold compresses combined with her powers.

She's kept her trident with her in case. You never know when the battle may start. ]

If there is anything you need, do not hesitate to ask.

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[He's glad someone thinks it's a good sign.

...speaking of signs, he's pretty sure he's hallucinating that trident.

Time to jump to a conclusion:] Are you a mermaid?

[hbisea]

[ She holds back the urge to roll her eyes. He's sick, so he's possibly delirious.

However, surface dwellers do like to jump to that conclusion despite the fact she has no fishtail. ]

No; I am Atlantean.