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The hospital had really been a blur, with a partner in crime to bust him out before they made him stay what probably would’ve been days in order to get correctly discharged, he hadn't been there more than thirty minutes after he finally woke up. Such a short amount of time left him with a few pieces of juicy gossip, however, as the nurses station was just outside his room and their voices sure did carry. He'd heard about someone who'd been right beside the flames as they began to spread; someone who was lucky to be alive. He’d also heard that there were plenty of others that weren't as LUCKY, and a lump formed in Jasper's throat as he made a mental note to check in on EVERYONE. He'd offer his help where needed, or even a shoulder to cry on to the grieving families as he desperately wished he could do more. The last thing he needed was anyone worrying about him, thus triggering the jailbreak.
When he was out, he learned just about everything he could about the fire-- pushing down any other remembrances or acknowledgments of... something else that had occurred that night. Learning it'd been Peter who'd just barely escaped the fiery jaws of death, he all but rushed over. How could he help? He hadn't the slightest idea but that sure as hell didn't stop him from trying.
Fetching the address from Leila, he found himself at Peter's door rather quickly, knocking gently before one of Peter's roommates answered and directed him inside to the living room where they were keeping him their bedrest prisoner.
"Peter?" He called lightly, peeking his head gingerly through the doorframe. "It's Jasper, I was just... checking up on you?" Immediately after the words left his lips, he felt his cheeks flush with embarrassment. Peter was probably pretty damn tired of having people 'checking up on him' as of late, and especially coming from someone who was basically just an acquaintance.