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[the nurse passes over a clipboard, going over all the places to sign, mentioning that unfortunately uh insurance can't cover this but he can contact the hospital later in regards to negotiating the billing

theres a handy list of all the medications they've put Ingo on, a note on when the followup exam is, just all the handy useful things]

I forgot insurance exists....

It will be fine.

[ Because in addition to whatever they had before, Emmet's certainly been working overtime the last three and a half years. It's fine. But also, fuck Unovan health insurance sometimes, man.

He signs in a few different spots. ]

[catching lil sneasel as she flails herself from the bed at his wheelchair, scooping her to his chest

the nurse is now 100% distracted from Emmet, looking at the sneasel, making a high pitched noise of DELIGHT]

She is verrrry cute, isn't she?

[ finishing up with all the dumb paperwork, handing back what he needs to hand back. ]

[the nurse takes the clipboard back, one last squeal about the sneasel and agreeing with Emmet. And then.

"Okay, lets get you two out of here without causing a scene."

Time to sneak two subway bosses out the back where they have banned the press. while they're as close as they can be without getting in trouble, they are at least at a distance]

— ah, it's this one. Over here.

[ He managed to call a car over. Nice, discrete, no one looking in. ]

[you guys get to keep the wheelchair for Ingo--the nurse explains that with busted ribs he should NOT be on crutches which just makes Ingo grumble. But. Into the car Ingo goes, not fussing about the nurse giving him a hand]

Thank you.

[to both the nurse and Emmet]

[ Emmet folds the wheelchair up and puts it in the back before giving the nurse a wave and getting in next to Ingo. ]

Take the long way back. Just in case.

[ The driver nods and starts off. here we gooooo. ]

...we're headed home....

[holy shit we're headed home]

. . . yes. I am taking you home.

I'm a little nervous.

[ ME TOO.

because he's just now remembering that he hasn't been home since Ingo resurfaced and hadn't been home much at all for a bit before that so.

he's gonna get super judged probably. ]

Do not be.

You're making a face.

I am hoping we do not get ambushed outside of our own home.

I can be very loud.

I have missed your loudness.

[ They do, in fact, take the long way back, and the car stops around the back of their building where, fortunately, no one is waiting to ambush them.

Emmet gets out first, pulling out the wheelchair and bringing it around to help Ingo. ]

[into chair and]

I sure hope the elevator is working.

It was last I checked.

[ which was a few days ago, but details.

He wheels Ingo in and over to the elevator and.

yes. yes it does work, thankfully. ]

I cannot wait to put some clothes into the laundry to wear something fresh....

[ gettin' in the elevator and heading up to their floor, doo doo. ]

Everything is as you left it, so . . .

Is my room under three inches of dust.

What? No. I would never let that happen.

[ the elevator dings! and he wheels him out and down the hall. ]

It all looks like I remember...

[ When he gets to their door, he stops, looking down at Ingo. ]

Are you ready?

I am ready.