[For Pete] Jailbreak!

[heatedrod]

Visiting Pete in the clinic was a regular thing now, as was Johnny trying to come up with new ways to keep him entertained as he was bedridden for all eternity. It felt like it anyway, the amount of time Johnny spent visiting. He still sat down anyway, putting a small pile of books on the bed next to Pete; anything good he could find, from

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[daretodo]

Glancing over at the new pile of books, I fan them out on the bed with my one good hand to see what he's brought today. The fingers on my right have finally healed, but they're still attached to a bum arm, at least for another couple of weeks. I pick up one of the novels -- Casino Royale, of all things -- and start skimming the back blurb.

"Sheer force of will, my friend. Sheer force of will."

[heatedrod]

"There's only so much a guy can take before he cracks," said Johnny, and he was mostly talking about Pete. "How much longer until you're outta here?"

[daretodo]

"A while," I say miserably, dropping the book back on the bed. "It's been one of those wait and see sort of things, yanno? I'm pretty sure the latest estimate's the end of the month, and that was the doc being generous."

[heatedrod]

"That's the most pathetic thing I've ever heard," Johnny said, feeling a little awful about being glad he wasn't currently in Pete's shoes.

Or bed, as the case was.