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[ninefox]

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[magician_king]

He smiles up at him, and reaches down, resting a bandaged hand on the head of the fox.

He's happy to see him.

"You should see the other guy."

[ninefox]

That pulls a small smile out of him.

"I'm sure. You knocked me on my ass, remember that?"

[magician_king]

"Jedao."

There's no nice way to point out he'd done that as easily as blinking, that this had been hard.

"How did you find me?"

[ninefox]

He more or less knows, or can guess; he said it half to just to remind himself.

"Someone sent me a message on your communicator."

[magician_king]

"Oh."

He says, and looks up his arm, tracing the IV, then looking back up at Jedao.

"Break me out of here?"

[ninefox]

"If that's what you want me to do, then I will," he agrees evenly. "Although I want to repeat for the record that I am definitely not a real doctor. Field medicine yes, surgery no."

[magician_king]

"I don't like it here."

He reasons, and looks him in the eyes.

"I don't want to be here. Break me out?"

Doesn't matter if it's dumb. Please just save him.

[ninefox]

As long as he's sure, Jedao will take his word for it.

"Yes, dear," Jedao says, and drops a kiss on Quentin's forehead.

"One, would you like an extra pump of your painkillers before I disconnect you, and two, are you too tired and/or high to walk? I can get a chair, no problem. It would take a little longer but be slightly less conspicuous than staggering."

[magician_king]

"Yes please. Let's bring all the drugs with us."

He proposes, glancing around them, trying gamely to push himself up to sit.

"You do heists way better than me."

[ninefox]

"Don't get too excited, I haven't looped all your monitors yet,"Jedao says, giving Quentin the button for his morphine and producing a set of tiny tools and opens up the back of the gently beeping machine recording Quentin's pulse and blood pressure.

[magician_king]

"You're way more detailed than me. I'd have just yanked them out and run."

He admits, pressing the button and watching Jedao begin fiddling.

"It's nice to know a professional."

[ninefox]

"The best heist is one where no one knows anything is missing," he says sagely. "Much less stressful than a chase."

He's about 80% sure that given the diversity of clientele likely to pass through this institution, they could just sign out all above-board with assurances that Quentin had someone to watch out for him during his remaining convalescence, but Quentin asked for a heist, and Jedao did come prepared enough to indulge him.

He's forcibly muffled momentarily by holding some of his tools in his mouth while he works with others. There's a momentary hitch in the heartbeat beeps, but when Jedao leans around to look at the monitor, the rhythm has resumed steadily.

[magician_king]

Quentin watches him from the bed, until he realizes he's closed his eyes. These are the good drugs.

He's half dreaming by the time the heartbeat hitches, and the break in rhythm makes him look back up, now much more of a passive party on this adventure.

[ninefox]

Jedao has scribbled plausible sounding release information onto Quentin's chart. It won't hold up under scrutiny, let along in conjunction with the scrambled monitors, but it'll be good for some extra confusion, and by then they'll be long gone. He removes the attachments and then the IV, his touch gentle but firm and steady. He presses a bandage from his own kit after disposing of the needle. It looks almost like skin, and Jedao trusts it better. He drops another kiss on Quentin's forehead, taking in the state of him.

"You can rest. I'm going to get a chair to take you out of here. I'll be back in just a few minutes, alright darling?"

[magician_king]

He closes his eyes as he's told, and skips out of reality again, just skimming along like a stone. He's smiling, too. How often do you ask someone to rescue you and they put on a hospital heist for you?

[ninefox]

Soon enough he's back, gently lifting Quentin to move him to the chair.

"Hey, darling. We'll be out soon. Did you give them your hotel address, can you remember?"

[magician_king]

He shakes his head, no. No idea. His arms loop around Jedao's neck, reluctant to surrender him when he's set back down.

"It's the green one."

[ninefox]

Jedao nuzzles his cheek a little, indulgently.

"Okay. That's where we're going, darling."

[magician_king]

"Okay."

He says, and settles properly into the chair, looking around the room.

"Which way?"

[ninefox]

"Onward, to freedom," Jedao says, letting his tone be a little bit bright and silly, arranging the last few things in the big pockets on the back of the chair before rolling Quentin out the door and down the hallway. He even waves at other staff as they pass, which makes all of them smile back awkwardly and walk faster because they don't want to let on that they don't remember him.

[magician_king]

Quentin stays quiet in the hall, hanging onto the chair and letting his eyes close when he gets dizzy.

"Sir?"

Says someone behind him, and Quentin looks back over his shoulder, then up at Jedao, but it's not for them.

[ninefox]

Jedao takes a hand off one of the chair's handles to pet Quentin's hair for a few soothing moments, the chair continuing on its own momentum. Then he takes a turn down a quieter hallway, and out an unmarked door to some kind of loading dock. There's a long ramp probably more intended for dollies. Jedao throws on a jacket, at which point he looks more like a guy who just prefers comfortable and colorful pants instead of a nurse, and after a few alley twists they emerge onto a bustling but not frenetic sidewalk a block away from the hospital.

[magician_king]

Quentin flinches when they hit the sidewalk anyway. Too many people, too much information.

"Are we far?"

He desperately hopes it's not far.

[ninefox]

"Not far. Close your eyes, love, I'll get you there," he promises, hoping the sounds can blend into one burbling thing, and that Quentin will drift more that way.

[magician_king]

He does just as he's told, breathing out, trusting.

This, he actually really likes. It feels like being tossed about by waves of sound.

He trusts Jedao, and he knows he's perfectly safe.