I was cleared by the hospital to leave in the afternoon since they were short staffed enough that they couldn't afford to rent the bed space. I made a desperate plea for them not to call Frank because then he'd make a big deal out of it but since I was a minor, I gave them Mal's number who berated me for not keeping to myself like it should have been. A three-hour lecture over the phone later, and he was able to talk the nurse into discharging me at the care of Beck—after half an hour of that three hour conversation was just Mal asking a fuckton of questions who Beck was.
At one point, he even asked me to put him on the phone. Of course I wasn't crazy enough to do that.
By night time, Frank was again buzzed out of his mind. Until he managed to sober up faster than Usain Bolt could run to
