Who: Joey & Shane
What: Shane comes to the rescue
Where: Gotham General Hospital
When: Recent
Warnings: Language.
Joey Alexander had all of
FIVE MINUTES to make his hospital escape. And yeah, he'd skipped out of juvie joints in the middle of the night, and he's skipped out on plenty of school mid-day. He didn't feel bad about it either, school still didn't strike him as anything worthwhile. School wasn't the way somebody like him was going to survive. Joey had done the school thing when he was real, real small. He remembered it with the fuzziness that came with adulthood, like maybe it hadn't been real. Way back then when Shane would hold his little backpack strap to make sure that he didn't stray into traffic. Wasn't many years later, he got the idea from Shane not to go at all. Big bro always had the best way to survive, right? And maybe Joey used to idealize him, but that was
then. That was before Shane split and left the Alexander mess behind him for a couple of years(and with this Back to the Future shit, how long was Shane gone really?)
Still, the point is that Joey was good at getting out of places that he didn't want to be. He was good at avoiding getting his ass beat because he could run faster and hop fences and scale fire escapes faster than all them nothing motherfuckers back on the block. He was pretty sure he could even break out of jail if he was ever there long enough to
really map the place out and get some ideas. But a hospital? Shit, as long as a guy wasn't in the suicide ward or chained to the fucking bedside by cop cuffs because of a robbery gone wrong, splitting from a hospital was a breeze.
Step 1: Fold up clothes and belongings as tightly as possible, then tuck up against your chest from under the hospital gown. Keep the hospital socks on, but add your shoes in case running becomes a probability.
Step 2: Convince the overloaded, overworked nurse behind the desk that you're just stepping out for a smoke. Give her a good smile, and let your ass flap in the wind with that open-back hospital gone.
Step 3: Once outside, fucking run. Run and get changed in the bushes, which is a lot more difficult than it looks with one fucking hand. Abandon hospital gown in the bushes.
Joey stood out on the curb he'd specified, one arm all strapped up in a blue nylon brace and lots of bandages. The demerol was going to wear off after another couple of hours, but if Shane came through, Joey would be shitfaced by that point so maybe he wouldn't notice. Fuck it was cold, he huddled in on himself and kept an eye out for any security guard that might come looking for him. The good thing about not having a name on your paperwork, the good part of being a degenerate part of society was that nobody really gave a shit if you left. If they weren't getting paid, what the fuck did they care?
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