fez. that's it... that's my name ⋆˚꩜.ᐟ

(Previous) Fez made sure the door was completely shut and locked. He held the phone to his head and cleared his throat. “Alive, sucking air.” He replied, his voice now more gravely and hoarse, not like the gentleman’s boisterous tone he once had. “Thanks for calling, I appreciate that.” He mumbled, dragging his Iv stand towards the mirror along with himself. He stared at his reflection for a short while, then rubbed his eye. “Um, so did Walters come in? I’m sure you heard plenty of what happened already from him.” He mumbled, sounding conflicted. On one hand, Walter’s had saved his life. He felt grateful and confused. He had a job to do but he knew in a way that this would get Amy away from Walters, then he’d stake her out and get her locked up, that’s the least he could do. He read back his plan in his head, still needing to figure out exactly how he could execute all of that. Thoroughly mapping it out was his best case scenario. Still… Poor Teddy. “How are you?” He asked Patty suddenly.

“From the right place too.” After a short, awkward pause Patty said, “Sorry. That was insensitive. I’ll hold the quips back.”

Then her office chair creaked as she sat down. “Frankly, I’m stressed. I gotta figure out whether to treat Walters’ custody as witness protection or criminal containment. And he’s not admitting to anything.”

The chair creaked again as Patty quickly sat up. “Oh, but he did tell me that their bishop can teleport and use blood magic.” She paused to bitterly chuckle. “Swell, huh?”

"Um, right..." He awkwardly spat out, letting her talk. When she was done, he muttered out. "Well, I'm sorry you're stressed." He replied frankly, sympathetic. He knew what happened, so he kept it brief and tried to keep it unbiased.

"Right, I told Walters that Amy knew... I had evidence against him. Then she turned against me and, without my wishes, went on a hunt for him. Then Walters, Judith, and I were moving out of the laboratory exit... Thing, and Amy ambushed us. Walters took Judith into the corner without me, so I was left out there." He swallowed.

"Then I charged towards her to try and grab her blaster or tackle her, then I got shot, Judith then saved my hide and Walters... Um, by shooting the ground with her project, blaster thing, chemical warfare, which scared Amy away." He sighed.

"Then Walters saved my life by keeping me alive until the EMT came. I owe him a lot." He scratched the back of his neck.

"Anyway, I went back to the scene and found more DNA, cleanup residue. If it comes back as Walters, we'll have some solid evidence he was there during the foul play. Should be here any day now. It turns out somebody uses vents to get around also." He mumbled, scratching his head.

When he was instructed to give Heath, his boss, a call about his injury, he dreaded it, but then again she was the only one to actually give him consideration, he was grateful for that eternally, reminding himself to thank her. Yet, it led him to stay silent for a while. He stared at the foam ceiling tiles, and then his expression firmed up.

"Wake up." He mumbled to himself, whipping out his phone and dialing Patty's number.

He got to his feet, snagged his rolling IV stand, and trudged to the one person's men's bathroom, stepping into it as his phone rang. He anxiously waited for her to pick up, wondering what she'd say to him.

"Alive, sucking air." He replied, his voice now more gravely and hoarse, not like the gentleman's boisterous tone he once had.

"Thanks for calling, I appreciate that." He mumbled, dragging his Iv stand towards the mirror along with himself. He stared at his reflection for a short while, then rubbed his eye.

"Um, so did Walters come in? I'm sure you heard plenty of what happened already from him." He mumbled, sounding conflicted.

On one hand, Walter's had saved his life. He felt grateful and confused. He had a job to do but he knew in a way that this would get Amy away from Walters, then he'd stake her out and get her locked up, that's the least he could do. He read back his plan in his head, still needing to figure out exactly how he could execute all of that. Thoroughly mapping it out was his best case scenario.

Still... Poor Teddy.