Hocus Pocus (rewritten)

Cha. 8. Stacy.

"Chase!" you ran past Jasper and attempted to help the hungover ego to his feet, struggling slightly as his weight shifted to your shoulder.

You turn to Jasper for help, seeing him stood in the doorway: frozen stiff with his jaw hung open. You didn't blame him.

"Jasper!" you snap as you begin to feel your legs wobble.

Jasper knocks himself out of it, then cautiously mouses over. He nudges Chase's unconscious body before slowly taking his other arm over his shoulder.

With his added assistance, you both lift Chase from your clothes-ridded floor and back onto the comfort of your bed; where Chase mumbles something incoherent before immediately passing out again.

Without a word or question, nor even a yell or debate, Jasper moves Chase into the recovery position; tilting his head to the side and adjusting his posture, in case he was to throw up.

There's a moment of silence.

"..Jasper?"

"-Where did you find him?" Jasper's voice is stern and serious sounding, which is definitely a new... and you weren't if you were ready for 'serious Jasper'

"He was in the rain, I didn't know what to do! I just freaked out and-"

"-I need to take him into work... he's not looking good"

Your heart sinks "wait- why? What's wrong with him?"

Jasper checks Chase's pulse before getting up quickly "He's dehydrated, he needs to be put on a drip ASAP" he says before he rushes out the room to get into his uniform.

'This cannot be happening'

You stand guard until Jasper gets back, watching Chase's chest quickly rise and fall. Now only noticing the ego's sunken eyes and sickly coloured skin.

"Shit" you whisper to yourself.

Jasper comes back in his work clothes and checks Chase's pulse again.

"Shit... Honey, help me lift him."

"Jass, he's a... i don't even know! would he even have a health record or insurance?"

"Thank fuck for Irland's healthcare. Now get his other arm!" he demands before hoisting Chase up.

"Also, be careful of yer own injuries, we have enough problems at the moment"

"Okay! Okay!"

Both of you stumble a bit as you take on Chase's unexpected weight. "Jesus, how many pattycakes did this guy eat!" Jasper complains as the pair of you drag him out of the apartment.

(Nobody's P.O.V)

"Ze thingz I do fo zis family" Henrik grumbles, visibly at his wits end as google requests for him to take another U-turn.

"At the next round-about, take a-"

"-I'm valking you piece of attitude behind a screen! 'Herr, wirf hirn vom Himmel' for zis useless brick!" He snarls as he swipes at the screen in a blinding amount of vexatious rage, just about ready to lose it.

"Just take me to a park, iz it really zat hard?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch that" the cellular device replies... the doctor's grasp on the phone tightens. "You... fucker" Henrik mutters before shoving the stupid thing back into the black leather jacket, that he unfortunatly got stuck with.

The disguise idea didn't play out well in Schneep's favour.
Not well at all.

In a horrible string of luck, the good doctor ended up with the demon's wardrobe.