Jesse ampt up the morphine dosage on the PCA pump and laid back down waiting for these DEA agents to finally show. It had been months since he last felt even close to this level of contemptuousness, losing track of time and his current situation as he shut his eyes and drifted away.
"ah, Mr Pinkman, you're looking better then when we visited you earlier this week" Jesse awoke to the voice of an unnaturally nice acting stranger. In Jesses relaxed state he forgot about the DEA visiting.
"really, when was that?" he said half-awake with a dazed blank face (still feeling the strong effect the morphine had on him) whilst shuffling to sit up in the bed, to talk.
"a couple days back, you wouldn't remember, you were asleep still. We were just checking up with your health, luckily you seem to be doing better" one of the agents said in a smug voice "sorry did I forget to introduce myself, I'm with the DEA, Agent Scott Miller and this is Agent Carlos Jones. We'd just like to have a little chat with you is all" slowly both the men edged closer towards Jesse's bed, staring down at him, cornering him.
Suddenly hospital door flew open, breaking the harsh stare down of the DEA "gentlemen! I see you already are interrogating my client without his attorney present!" Saul Goodman shouted, barging in the room, with a rhetorical look of confusion dawning his face. "Alright you know the drill, better luck next time boys. come on, adios!" Saul averred, signalling to leave. Both agents looked to one another shrugging, knowing they were out of their jurisdiction for now.
"oh and Jesse, we'll be hearing from you I'm sure..." Agent Jones practically threated, as him and Miller retreated out the door.
"yea well, not without a warrant you don't!" Saul retaliated. "Christ kid you look... you know what, forget all that sappy stuff, time is of the essence right now. Tell me how are feeling? Think carefully now, your liberty might depend on it..." Saul inquired, in an unfitting glib tone, pointing out his right hand, as if he was giving a presentation.
"wait what do you mean, why are you in hurry and why-" Jesse question.
"why? Cause right now you got the DEA looking into you kid, that's why. Now I'm gonna go on a limb here and say this might have something with your former alleged relations and business with Gus Fring" Saul implied, "God rest his poor soul" he added ironically.
"Why me yo? it's not like I was the guys only cook"
"doesn't matter why. Lifes unfair. I don't know what tipped them off about you, but they suspect you of being involved with the man responsible for the former second biggest meth empire there was" Saul warned. Jesses face lit up with fear, even with the opioid level in his system, in hearing that.
"When do you think they'll be back?" Jesse asked, sounding defeated.
"well like I said they'll need a warrant, and for that they'll need probable cause"
"we'll do they have that?"
"A warrant, no. probable cause on the other hand..." Saul paused as he stopped to question that himself "that they might just have, or at the very least be trying to get, but I wouldn't panic because-"
"because what?! you can't even tell me become Americas most wanted criminal yo" Jesse snapped, interrupting Saul.
"as I was saying, I wouldn't panic because I got a guy looking into what they know and making sure they don't find anything" Saul said all optimistic, like a creepy clown trying to cheer up a sick kid in hospital. "That being said, I can't guarantee they don't have probable cause and if they do it won't take long for them to get a warrant" he added.
"so what now then?"
"Like I just told you, that all depends on your physical state" he recapped "can you even walk right now or are we going to have to wheel you out?" Saul jested, with a wry grin.
'I don't know' was all Jesse could say, but as he strained his eyes trying stare at his legs at the end of his bed, with his battered, blurred vision he couldn't picture anyway he'd be able to make it to the end of the room, let alone outside. "Why don't you just ask the nurse?" he recommended, trying to deflect the question.
"well do you at least see one of those buttons you call the nurses in with lying around?" Saul inquired, leaving Jesse to shrug, due to having no way to tell in his semi-blind current state. Eventually finding a nurse call button to the side of Jesse bed, pressing it multiple times, to get their attention.
Saul secretly glanced at Jesse for a few seconds taken in his outwardly appearance. The kid must have taken some beaten. He was hooked up like a machine and was wrapped up in physical trauma. The site of him brought Saul to actual pity, a rare feeling to have in either of their business.
"so what's the plan after you get me out of hospital? you at least got some kind of safe house for me to wait out in, I can't exactly go on the run as an outlaw right now" Jesse said partly to fill the time they were waiting, as well as for his own interest.
Saul looked at him, questioning what to tell his client. He only got here not too long ago, with instructions from Walter to get rid of the DEA agents, but he knew Jesse could not just sit around waiting for Walt's next order- he needed to take him some place safe to stay at least.
Not long after, the Nurse from before came knocking on the door, before barging in, out of breath.
"ah Nurse... Lana? no... Lany...Ettings" Saul said, attempting to read her ID badge. He paused thinking where to begin "how soon do you think it'll take to discharge my client to discharge from here?"
"he can leave whenever he wishes, but..."
"even better!" Saul shouted with patronizing glee. "Right. I'll go get some change of clothes from your apartment, anything else I need to know about there?"
"the money, but other then that I'm clean" Jesse muttered, not wanting the nurse to hear too much.
"wait you can't mean today?" the young nurse pleaded. Both men looked at her confused, as if it went without saying "…I'll get his prescription ready then for you then" she gave up and said, as Jesse nodded in gratitude.
"you got your keys on you?" Saul to turned to say as he was dashing out, "never mind, I got a guy if I can't get it open" the ever-shady Saul said, fronting out the door.
"I guess you should get those bandages changed if you're going to leave..." the nurse mentioned after Saul left. Putting a unwritten plan into motion.