Oh, Jesus— Try two cells down. I’m on my last legs here, lady, I’m not coming with.
You should turn around while you still got the chance. Jesus. Jesus. I don’t want to hear that you died.
No, just— Just taking what I can get. And, uh. Stealing from the break rooms.
( He’s scooting back against the chair, trying to put as much space between himself and the doctor as possible. )
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Bloody Mary topped with a burger, hotdog, fried union adm a brownie at Seattle Mariners @Mariners
🇺🇸 $25 (£19) ⚾️
I— I’ve been eating more.
( Turtling up. Surely Arlo can see him start to sweat, his foot trembling back-and-forth crescents into the floor beneath the chair. )
Hey. Hey, come on.
What— Come on. I feel /worse./ There’s gotta be /something./
( Fidgeting, picking at the seat’s stuffing. )
What’s my weight looking like?











