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And by that do you mean you fell down the stairs and broke your leg or something? Or did someone shank you? Were there drugs involved?

Dude no relax. I'm good. Just recharging my batteries.

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omg between you and Jesse I swear to god

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Why can't either of you ever give me an answer that actually explains what's going on??

just kinda barfy people usually don't want details. It's a vitamin thing sort of.

"Sort of"? I'm on my way over btw

just not enough vitamins and something about exhaustion and dehydration so my antibodies weren't doing the thing as good as usual and I caught something. Just need sleep and magic vitamin juice and I'll be good.] [But now that you're already on the way you can't change your mind even if it's not super serious, right?]

Jesus.

I know it's kinda a big production over nothing. But I think it's working.

That's good news, at least. But it's obviously not nothing if it landed you in the hospital. How long have you been there & who took you?

I dunno. Dates aren't really my thing. And nobody did. I just went to see if they had some antacids or something and they told me to stay.

Does anyone else know where you are?

Like who? My mom's not around to worry. And someone's watering my plants.

IDK, like your roommates??

I'll be there in 5 mins.

He knows. And the other one just wants to eat my soul so I try to never tell her where to find it. Not going anywhere don't worry.

[Saul's already talking as he steps into Stan's room, though his gaze is still focused in his tablet as he taps out a few more messages to God knows who.]

Lisbeth may be a ginger, but she doesn't want to eat your soul.

[And then he looks up, fixing Stan with a critical stare.]

Where's your chart?

[Blink. That's not even a weird greeting for Saul, as far as Stanley can guess from their interactions so far. But it still gets a bit of a dazed look. Yep, he sure is stoned in the hospital.]

I dunno. Probably at that big thing with the nurses? But I think they only give them to doctors.

[As for Lisbeth, you haven't seen the way she looks at him across a room, dude. He's not taking his chances. Or telling you that, because you seem to be On A Mission at the moment and it's never smart to fuck with ambitious people. They get Ideas.]

[Saul always has Ideas. He frowns, looks around the room, then leaves.

~HOLD MUZAK~]

[That was a short visit. Whatever. Stan just watches him go, wordlessly, nd slumps against the pillow again. Lame.]

[About five minutes later, Saul is back, holding — surprise! — something that looks suspiciously like a patient's chart. And, as before, his attention is on it and not Stan, but he's talking anyway.]

It's amazing what people will believe.

[He flips a page over.]

So were you just not eating, or what? Because I don't understand how my son [Stan's following, right? he sees what's happening?] can wind up in such bad shape.

Does it say that? Man, I keep asking for food and they're only giving me ice chips.

[This is a pretty great injustice, if his chart happens to say that he hasn't been eating. Which isn't totally true, but it's not totally wrong, either. He's just been eating poorly. No one ever wanrs you that's kind of a big deal, you know?

As for that whole "son" thing, he's so not touching that. After the initial moment of looking around for Jesse or someone and then realizing that Saul was still talking to him, Stanley leaves it alone besides a quirked eyebrow. You get to sell that one on your own, lawyer man.]

Malnourished, deficient, dehydrated — oh, here's a good one! Binge drinking! That's news to me.

[With a flick of his wrist, he tosses the chart onto the bed near Stan's legs. Saul might not be Stan's dad, but boy, does he have a dad look on his face right now.]

So the combination of this and the mention of a will a few weeks ago has me a little concerned. What the hell is wrong with you?

[He's not surprised to see the chart thrown like that, nor at the "what the hell is wrong with you?" That's all pretty standard when he screws up. The mention of concern gets another eyebrow quirk, though. That's a new one. Is it like a guilt trip tactic or something?]

I don't binge drink...a lot...usually. Anyway, it's not whatever you're thinking. I'm not-

[Jesse he almost says, but stops himself in time. He's pretty sure he's not supposed to know about that. Or guess at it, anyway.Stanley shrugs.]

I'm not suicidal, alright?

[That was a damn good catch, Stan, because Saul was already bristling in anticipation of that response. And yet he still looks annoyed, eyes narrowed.]

Yeah, you better not be.

[He's so good at dealing with things like this.]

How hard is it to take care of yourself?

[Of all things, it's that one which gets the guilty response. He's not sorry for partying too hard or for freaking you out, dude. But he is ashamed that he can't seem to just figure out how to live without adult supervision like the rest of the entire city has. His features soften out, sadness breaking through the usual indifference.

Stanley is used to screwing up, he's used to getting things wrong and getting into bad spots. But his mom used to be around to at least make sure his basic needs were met. And frankly, it turns out he is total shit at doing that for himself. Tony would give him hell for it if he were here now. How hard is it to take care of yourself? Pretty fucking hard, man. But he can't say that. It's not hard for anyone else.]

It's just the flu.

[Seeing that look on Stan's face is a little surprising, but it's not enough to keep Saul from tapping the chart, hard, with an index finger.]

Do me a favor and pretend, just for ten seconds, that you don't think I'm an idiot. I wasn't making up what I just read, and you know it. This is what happens when people treat themselves like shit.

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