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Carson waits for Misty's response, but breaks his gaze as they're interrupted.

Jason opens the door and steps inside, taking in the scene. He looks at Carson and Misty for just a moment, getting a funny feeling like he'd just missed something.

Carson stiffens a little and lets his arm fall back down as soon as Misty is finished. He looks over to Jason, his face hard and motionless. He hadn't seen Jason since that morning, and he'd been none too happy. What was he going to do now?

Jason eyes Carson skeptically, though feeling the same mercy he'd told Nate he felt. Carson may have been a bad dude, but he was still human, prone to feeling remorse eventually. "So, Carson. Glad to see you're awake."

Carson lifts one eyebrow. "Glad or disappointed?"

Jason approaches the bed and hooks his thumbs in his pockets. "Glad you're alive, disappointed in your attitude." He pauses, searching the other man's face. "There's stuff we need to know...and you're not helping things much, least of all yourself."

Carson ignores the prompt to talk about the Agency. "Look, I got a bag I stashed before going to that bar last night. I was on foot and didn't want to take it in with me. I don't think you want an innocent bystander getting a hold on it."

"Oh?"

"There's a niche between two buildings on Fourth Street about a block from the bar. You might want to have someone pick it up."

Jason isn't sure if he's telling the truth, or if it's a trap. "I'll make a note of that." Looking at Carson, he sees that he isn't yet ready to talk. There was much he hadn't said...much he had withheld, despite what he'd shared two days prior. Had Carson not yet made a decision about which side he would be on? Was he afraid of Jason and Nate? Was he simply afraid of talking because of the Agency? He'd shared information already, but he'd been nervous while doing so.

Jason sighs a little, deciding not to push now. "Misty, can I have a word with you?" He gestures to the door. "Alone?"

Once Misty and Jason are outside the partially closed door, Carson spies the water fountain in the corner of the infirmary. His mouth felt like it was full of cotton, and he was bound and determined to do things himself and not be waited on. He pulls out his own IV and swings his legs over the bed, getting just a little light headed by the movement. Managing to stand, his knees are weak, but he makes his way to the water and the paper cups a bit unsteadily. He's in his bare feet, and his jeans and t-shirt are stained with blood...he wishes he had his bag with him here so he could change.
Now closer to the door, his ears tune in to Jason and Misty's conversation.

Jason sets his hands on his hips and looks down at Misty. "I just talked to Reese. You'll probably be happy to know that his order for you to stay away from Carson has been lifted." He searches Misty's eyes for any reaction, still wondering about the strange interaction between her and their prisoner. "At any rate, Nate and I apparently can't get through to Carson ourselves, but it looks like he doesn't have much of a problem talking to you. We're assuming he's just scared of the Agency, or scared of us still even though we've said we're not going to hurt him. Guess I can't blame him, but we've got to find out if he's told the Agency anything since his little outing. Then after that see what else he's got to say...some of what he said was news to us, but not all, and I know he's got a whole lot more he hasn't told us. So..." He pauses, taking a breath. "As soon as he's able, he'll be going back to his cell, but we're gonna clean it out first and make it safer in case he gets any more notions to kill himself. And I guess your internship has moved to another level. It's up to you to get him to loosen up and figure out just which side he's going to settle on. If you think he's on our side, then he'll need to be convinced to talk to Nate and me, or at the very least, figure out why he's not talking more."


Laura keeps her eyes on the files, knowing Nate's voice, and she laughs. "Yeah, can't seem to keep these things under control. They like to run away." She sees Nate bend over but start to sway, and quickly stands to grab his arm. "Whoa there...are you okay?" She looks at his paled face with concern. "Here, come sit down." She directs him to a chair. "What's wrong?"


The guys start to laugh as Katie slams the door in their faces then opens it up again. They return her hugs enthusiastically and welcome the chance to come inside. Kyle holds up the box of food. "That smell would be the enticing aroma of Jen's fried chicken! And..."

Mike fakes a drum roll on the back of a chair.

"....we're here to help you eat it," Kyle concludes, giving Katie a quirky grin. "If that's alright with melady. We figured since your roommate was gone and Jason has left you stranded that you deserved a congrats from getting out of that stuffy hospital room."

"Jen was going to come," Phil adds, "But..."

"...she wasn't feeling too well," Kyle cuts him off. A strange look passes through his eyes, but it's gone almost before it appeared. Spying Henry he points. "Hey! See?!" He slaps Phil's arm. "I was right!"

Phil rolls his eyes. "Well he's not outside."