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sirenspull_logs2012-05-31 08:00 pm
hostage) wrote in sirenspull_logs2012-05-31 08:00 pm
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My old man is a tough man but he got a soul as sweet as blood red jam.
Who: Jesse, Walt, & Lisbeth
When: Afternoon of Thursday, May 31
Where: Jesse's bedroom
Summary: Walt saves Jesse for the millionth time with the help of Jesse's(new) junkie girlfriend.
Warnings: Language and mentions of drug use and gross medical descriptions maybe.
[He's dying. He's dying like all the people they keep talking about on the news. And he knows what else they say: that he's dying because he's guilty, that he deserves to die, and he's thinking he agrees with them - because half the time his eyes close, he sees his bullet going through Gale's face, and the other half of the time, he's rolling over to find Jane's cold, dead body next to him.
Fever dreams, that's all they are, but they make it so much worse. He can't even lift his head off his pillow anymore. The last time he puked, it was all over the bed and somebody else had to take care of it because he couldn't even move his face out of it. But he's stopped eating now. It's probably been close to two days since he put food in his mouth. What's the point? It wasn't going to stay down anyway.
He's waiting to die. He wishes someone would put him out of his misery already.]
When: Afternoon of Thursday, May 31
Where: Jesse's bedroom
Summary: Walt saves Jesse for the millionth time with the help of Jesse's
Warnings: Language and mentions of drug use and gross medical descriptions maybe.
[He's dying. He's dying like all the people they keep talking about on the news. And he knows what else they say: that he's dying because he's guilty, that he deserves to die, and he's thinking he agrees with them - because half the time his eyes close, he sees his bullet going through Gale's face, and the other half of the time, he's rolling over to find Jane's cold, dead body next to him.
Fever dreams, that's all they are, but they make it so much worse. He can't even lift his head off his pillow anymore. The last time he puked, it was all over the bed and somebody else had to take care of it because he couldn't even move his face out of it. But he's stopped eating now. It's probably been close to two days since he put food in his mouth. What's the point? It wasn't going to stay down anyway.
He's waiting to die. He wishes someone would put him out of his misery already.]