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[hostage]

Hey - guys. Uh...

[A voice post from Jesse? Not his usual style. It sounds like he's outside and struggling to drag something.]

Can you believe there's like no cabs down by Sector 10? Like at all? What's the deal? Tried calling and they won't even come out this way. It's bananas.

So I just, uh -

[He sucks in sharply and stops moving. There's a thump, presumably as he leans against a wall.]

Any one of you guys a healer? Like a healer, not a doctor. I know, I know, it's gonna be dark soon. I'll pay you if you can just, like, get out here. Fast. Before dark. Please.

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[momchester]

[There's a long, long silence. It might sound like judgment- and part of it is. Part of it is feeling a punch to the stomach and a skin-crawling urge to shut off her NV and start walking until she reaches the ocean. This is almost the same problem Sam had, and... he wasn't Sam anymore.

No, she tells herself, get a grip. If Jesse is calling it drugs, then it's obviously something normal- normal drugs. Get a grip.]

Damn it, Jesse.

[Now that she knows, she can't just leave it alone. She has to try to convince him to get help. She wouldn't be a good friend if she didn't. Or whatever they are to each other.]

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[hostage]

I'm sober now. I'm three months sober. Ever since I got here, I promise, the whole time you've known me, I ain't been using. But that's the whole thing, like, why I don't wanna see a doctor. 'cause that's all it takes, right? One little Vicodin. It's like stepping stones.

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[momchester]

Oh.

[A sigh of relief. Okay, that makes sense. Incredible, depressing sense.]

If you tell them, they'd find other ways to take care of the pain. There are people with healing powers there or the power to erase pain.

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[hostage]

I just wanna deal with it myself, you know? Away from all that shit.

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[momchester]

I don't blame you, Jesse, but don't think you have to deal with everything alone. You don't.

[hisoldgirl]

One doesn't ask for assistance when nothing happens.

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[hostage]

Not everything. But this is one of those things.

[hostage]

Nothing important, I mean.

[hisoldgirl]

If you are certain. It just seemed important.

[hostage]

Mostly just stupid. Anyway, don't worry about it.

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[ofthursday]

He is fine, now. It was not particularly serious.

[Not by their world's standards anyway, and Jesse asked him not to tell Mary any details.]

[ofthursday]

I suppose so.

However, I am not Mary. What exactly happened?

[A knife in the knee isn't accidental, after all, so Castiel is curious.]

[hostage]

I got stabbed.

[ofthursday]

[A small sigh.]

So I'm aware. By who?

[hostage]

No idea.

[That's a lie.]

[ofthursday]

[Castiel isn't good at reading lies unless he's actively using his powers, but he can tell an unlikely situation.]

Did you not know them, or did you not see them either?

[hostage]

It was fast. Didn't get a good look. Plus, you know, I'm like in shock. So...

[treehopping]

It's the best! I had to show Peeta when I told him because he wouldn't believe there were talking ponies.

[hisoldgirl]

If you say so, I won't.

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[momchester]

I don't know much about normal addictions, but I'm pretty sure that it's something that's easier to handle when you have support.

I mean- as long as it's someone. Anyone.

[She's just worried.]

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[momchester]

What happened?

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[hostage]

Yeah. Yeah, I got... somebody.

[Because if there's anyone in the world who wants to keep him off drugs, it's Mr. White.]

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[momchester]

I'm glad.

There's nothing worse than being alone.

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[hostage]

I'm sorry I didn't tell you. Before.

[hostage]

Yeah? I could hardly believe it when I saw 'em, too.