My old man is a tough man but he got a soul as sweet as blood red jam.

[hostage]

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.]

Comments

[hostage]

[Once we get home. Jesse had given up on that. Not because of the Core, because he'd heard lots of stories about people going home through the Core. It's just that he'd assumed going back to his world would mean going back to Mexico, where the Cartel would kill him once he'd served his purpose... however long that took.

Something about the story still feels wrong. If Gus brought Jesse back from Mexico, then that means he intervened on Jesse's behalf and essentially saved him. Why would he turn around and poison Brock, then, when Jesse was cooking for him at the lab just like he was supposed to? Jesse did everything he was supposed to. It even sounds like he stayed away from Walt.

He shakes his head a little. He's overthinking this. He's doing that thing where he assumes people make sense, but they don't. How loyal was Victor? And he still got his throat sliced open. Over nothing.

Jesse looks at Walt with a tremulous smile. Mr. White just saved his life, he remembers. Here and at home, it sounds like.]



I, uh... Thanks.

[knocker]

[Oh Jesse. If only you knew. A small smile carefully formed.]

Until then, we have to be careful. We don't know who could show up or when.

[hostage]

[Jesse nods, although he isn't too worried. If Mr. White could handle Gus on his own turf, then they really have the advantage here. Especially with Jesse's crew - which Walt knows nothing about. Jesse considers telling him, but... why? There's no reason for Heisenberg to exist in Siren's Port. It's Jesse's turn now.]

[knocker]

Speaking of which--did you have any of our product on you when you arrived?

[If he did, Walt wanted to hold onto it. Just in case.]

[hostage]

[Jesse meets Walt's eyes as he shakes his head.]

Nah, nothing... I was in a lab suit when I landed. Why?

[knocker]

[Walt looks into Jesse's eyes, looking for hints of betrayal.]

If you had, I would have wanted it to destroy it.

[hostage]

I'm clean, Mr. White. Ain't even had a beer since I got here. Ask anyone.

[knocker]

Yeah well, I figured from that. [He pointed at the syringe he had used.]

You're recovering. It wouldn't be a good idea to have it around you anyway. If you had it, that is.

[hostage]

I don't.

[knocker]

I know. You said that once before. [Well that sounded off.]

I was just saying that if you did I would have wanted to hold onto it.

[hostage]

Yeah, okay.

[Whatever. He rolls his head back and shuts his eyes for a minute, thoroughly exhausted by... everything. The sickness. All the news Walt told him. And now this nagging.]

[knocker]

[Walt stood up and looked down at Jesse.]

Do us all a favor. Don't get sick like that again. And if you do, don't be an idiot and refuse life-saving treatment.

[hostage]

Yeah.

[He doesn't have the strength to argue now.]

[knocker]

And don't be an idiot with her. [He half-motioned towards where Lisbeth had walked out. She didn't deserve Jesse's asshattery.

He turned to leave.]