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[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.

[ninefox]

It doesn't take long; something about the station geography exploits variable layout glitches, or whatever the barge's equivalent is, Jedao is almost certain. Nothing is too far away from anything, no matter how much of it there seems to be. He does one switchback just out of habit, despite the utter absence of any kind of tail, and soon enough they're back in the quiet elevator.

[magician_king]

He opens his eyes back up, tilts his head back to check that Jedao is there, and smiles at him.

"You're a hero."

[ninefox]

"You're high as fuck," Jedao says, eyes twinkling as he smiles back, bending over to kiss Quentin's forehead before the doors ding open.

[magician_king]

"Yeah, it's amazing."

He agrees.

"I should get terribly hurt much more often."

[ninefox]

"You absolutely should not. You are going to be so furious with me when I deliver our ill-gotten stash back to barge medical professionals," Jedao says mildly, wheeling him down the hallway and back into his own room.

[magician_king]

"Don't be reasonable at me."

He objects, looking up at him again, as they make it the last few feet.

"Just stay."

[ninefox]

"I want you to drink some water now that you're off the IV. Then I'll stay as long as you want," he promises.

[magician_king]

"Could you please tell Fives? I think I was supposed to see him too."

He asks, not objecting to this water plan.

[ninefox]

"I will. He'll want to come and fuss. Or help, at least," Jedao tells him, while getting water in a plastic hotel cup after a moment of bemusement at the translucent wrapping. Quentin can decide whether he wants that to happen.

[magician_king]

"Okay."

Says Quentin, amenably- that's going to be the theme of the night.

[ninefox]

"Here, drink. And then I'll get you into your own bed and just hold you while you rest again, is that alright?"

[magician_king]

"It sounds pretty boring for you."

Is his only objection, still staring up at him in a daze.

[ninefox]

"No," Jedao says, with perfect equanimity. A complete thought, to his own mind nearly self-evident.

"I told you the other day, you make me feel peaceful. You'll be warm in my arms and I'll get to look at your pretty hair and cheekbones for hours and listen to your soft sleep breathing and lose count of your eyelashes a dozen times." He sounds just a little bit high himself at the prospect: a gentle blissful wistful ease, not quite a daze, not yet.