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

[5055034455]

I wish.

[He sounds way too serious about that. But then he grabs her hand and his tone softens, though he's no less serious when he says:] Thanks.

[legal_eagle]

[She doesn't pull her hand away, but she does give a little snort.]

What for?

[5055034455]

Shoving your tongue down my throat, apparently. Maybe you should hang around me from now on. What if I pass out again?

[Said with a little grin and a slight waggle of his eyebrows. Totally fine, this one. Yep.]

[legal_eagle]

Yeah, well, you know me - I can't stand you when you're awake and talking, but as soon as you're unconscious I just can't resist your devilish good looks.

And speaking of unconsciousness...Chatting with you is nice, but probably not so good for you.

[5055034455]

I get that a lot.

[IS HE KIDDING? ISN'T HE? Who knows.

Anyway, there goes his grin. It was nice while it lasted.]

Yeah, probably.

[legal_eagle]

[With mocking wryness:]

Need me to kiss you goodnight?

[5055034455]

Maybe if I weren't so sick. Can I get a rain check?

[legal_eagle]

Now or never, Patient Zero. You want one in the future, you'll have to do something new to earn it.

[5055034455]

[Wow. So not fair. He's not gonna kiss her when he's been puking and coughing up phlegm all the colors of the rainbow, and she knows it.

Fine, then. Compromise.

He points to his forehead, expression totally angelic.]

[legal_eagle]

[And she smiles crookedly at him, and lightly touches her fingers to her lips, and then lightly uses that hand to smooth his brow. For a moment, she's not Sofiya Karimov, Fearsome Lawyer; she is, for one fleeting moment, warm and maternal.

Doesn't last long.]

Now sleep, or I'll come brain you with a shovel.

[5055034455]

[God help him, that actually made him feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside.

...or maybe that's just the fever. Whatever.

One mock-salute later, he looks very much like he's ready to sleep.]

Yes, ma'am.

[legal_eagle]

[And she nods and stands. One long, hard look at where Jesse's curled up, and then she turns and walks off.]