[Freddy concedes, letting Larry take the wheel. If they don't lie then they won't have any healthcare and that's not something Freddy is willing to sacrifice for a principle. Hey cops lie too, sometimes you have to lie to get to the truth. Fortunately for him that holds up in a court of law. For two fugitives? Not so much.]
[40 mph. 50. 60. With no stunt training to speak of, the old man is going on his own sense of direction and feel for the car. Not too bad right? Around them the other vehicles honk but rightly swing out of the way.]
We clear?
[No sirens around them. Maybe the policia is rather lax in the traffic department. Cartel issues, shoot outs are real police business. What's some assholes speeding.]
[Freddy says with increased command presence that comes with being the passenger of a speeding vehicle trying to call out intersections. Just a habit, Dimmy, don't panic.]
There's no way that'd fly in the fucking states.
[He says, remarking on the success of their entire charade. They've got patch up materials and drugs to boot. Newendyke, you are officially a bandit.]
[Being that they can't fucking foot the bill. That's what. Oops. The adrenaline keeps his pulse spiked but the car is slowing down nicely.]
I liked this place though.
[Better than the hospital before. Too bad they had to lie so fucking much. The whole shrill noises and flailing were really what got them in fast. Grade-A acting.]
Glad we went when we did. I didn't like that whole infection talk.
[Freddy insists oh so casually, not to insult any doctor prior of course. Everyone's done something so far to prolong his life after getting his belly shot up. Really he's surprised hes lasted this long outside of surgery already. Only the city could pull off bigger miracles.]
The one before this one seemed on the level. They took your temperature, weighed you...
[Might come as no big surprise that Larry has not had sufficient healthcare in his years. Even in the City he only went when he absolutely had to. Which thankfully was only what? Twice? Three times the most?]
Like I was saying though, you infected like how they were going at it without proper care.
[Freddy insists because of all the lasers and healing foam and DNA testing and all kinds of other weird shit you can't find anywhere else...like surgeons with four arms. If they had that in this world that doctor would be a fucking billionaire.]
[Free healthcare with enough know-how to prevent disease outbreaks where possible. Yep. Freddy's still not convinced, but it's really not much of an argument so much as it is celebratory banter. Wait are they actually getting along instead of snapping at each other??]
I gotta say this is the most I've ever been in and out of a hospital since I was delivered.
[Freddy nods, concurring with Larry they'd never had to see a doctor so much until they met. Ahem. That thought doesn't seem to bother Freddy much though.]
[Sometimes Freddy Newendyke is the measuring stick of normalcy for the old man. He reaches over for a pat, pat to his shoulder. Just because.]
I mighta got shots as a kid. That's it though. No big need. I mean, unless you're real sick or you got tore up good. A miracle what some flopping will do without blood though.
[Look ones. Look twice. He checks the road ahead too but what kid?]
They sure did, smart ass. And I didn't learn my ABCs with dinosaurs.
[Sass levels are at a normal, and not stinging. This means that the balance is restoring slowly. And maybe their continual streak of evasion is allowing an even keel. Holy shit.]
[Hey. Butterscotch blonde hair goes all over the place but it settles back into shape within seconds. Ptthhthhb. He blows a lock out of his eyes. Even Freddy's hair has reset back to the way it was those years ago.]
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