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The good psrt about the hospital was usually that they had a cafeteria for staff anf guests to buy food. While her father was refusing to leave her mother's bedside, Jessie was willing to fetch food for the two of them; and drink. Her own thoughts of late were able to be put aside when she found out her mother was in the hospital with pnumonia again -- if only because since her youngest sister, Cemeveve Kesaragi wasn't the healthiest lady. Her health had left her hospitalized often enough Jessie was closer to her father all things considered and enoughit became a point of family visits when her sisters came from Foster Care to visit -- they weren't cut off after all -- and so Kay had visited, and Jessie was trying to coax Rhian from her room to come one day.

Today, neither of her sisters were coming, and Jessie reminded herself to buy Owen a treat. While her father would happily savagely devour food right in front of the teen, Veve would be absolutely unhappy if Jessie didn't ensure he had options, Checking out, Jessie meandered back towards her mother's room, riding a large elevator to the second floor before walking towards her mother's room. The trail was familiar, but every so often flickers of power concealed a human creeping closer.

And closer.

And Jessie was ready to call a nurse (The sunken eyes and pale skin alone called them sick) when they disappeared, and she sighed, resuming her walk, before stopping.

Something began to stink, and stink bad, like the time she let hamburger go bad on accident, and Jessie swallowed bile, making a face as she covered her mouth.

"OH, LORD."

And she was stuck here waiting for Owen with someone sick making the nurses doubtlessly worry. FUN TIMES.

"Yo." Jessie did appreciate Owen visiting. Her mother missed her little sisters, and Owen was close in age to the girls enough the woman found out she'd put him on her team and well.

She'd been demanding the boy -- maybe even his mother! -- come to dinner for weeks. Well, she was sick again, so Jessie had mentioned so checking on Owen, and now the woman had a teenager coming to meet her mother who was probably going to be bombarded with pent up motherly love -- because Geneveve "Veve" Kisaragi was the sort who loved everyone. She loived Jessie's father, her aunt, and at least Rhian's father -- she didn't think about Kayla's fold man. Nobody liked him, even her mother.

Still, Jessie wasn't going to warn Owen he was going to be fussed at by a sick lady-- but she smiled seeing the balloon. Somehow, she had a feeling his mom and hers would come to be good friends, and given Owen had been there during the confusing mess of her awakening...

Jessie wanted to look out for him like he'd helped her. It was strange, but the woman thought of him as a little brother.

A little brother joining her in the agony of styank.

One hand raised to her face, covering her mouth and nose, and she eyers Owen, frowning.

"Dude, think something died in the vent somehow?"

There was no way to avoid some things, right?...The important areas, EGH, most, were sterile but no building was impenetrable, so... "Cause something around here smells like Dad's farts mixed with rotten meat and Dad's cooking had a s**t-baby."

"Quarentine is it's own building." Jessie said, voice muffled trying to defend against the noxious stench that was pouring up, and she grimaced, eyes wateriong. "And I doubt they put anyone in here by mistake. Not anything this rank."

So what was it? Jessie groaned, eyes watering as if crying as she made a face and shuddered, staggering to lead Owen away.

The stench lingered, wafting after them like a sloppy grandparent kiss when they were very old and a child was being spoilt by them, the woman gagging as she moved along for the less rank areas. At the point she could at least uncover her face, she lowered her hand, sucking in air desperately.

"DEAR GOD IT STANK WORSE THAN DAD'S BEANFARTS OR ASPARAGUS-LACED PISS!"

"Room's next to us." Jessie admitted, gulping air before sniffing Owen as well, then herself, being greeted by her old friend gasoline and oil.

Good, she stank of car, not death and s**t.

"We'd talk to the nurse or nurse's station right now, just in case. Might be busted ventilation... Somewhere." She waved away the thought of the stench, and gagged.

"At least we don't reek of a** though, so we escaped fast enough. It's juicy ones that are worse. phew."

Another wave, and Jessie opened the door, nudging Owen into the room.

"Now I know you're already worrying but trust me, Mom is going to go absolutely crazy for you. Let's pretend that mess didn't happen until we go."

And purge the stank from her memory. Besides.

HER MOM NEEDED OWEN HUGS.