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"I've never heard him mention any family we could call, even", Ahelstan says quietly.

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"Nope, me neither," says Ragnar, following Athelstan inside with the bag they packed hanging over his shoulder. "I don't even know where he was born or anything. His name sounds a bit Armenian, but not really."

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"He speaks Hebrew." Min-Jun says softly. "But I think he speaks several languages so..." She shrugs.

Mags introduces Ragnar to everyone briefly, including Dr. Fell before crossing to her sister and hugging her, able to see how distressed Aggie is, even if she's trying to hide it.

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Athelstan gives Dr Fell a quick glance, not sure why he's there, before looking back at the others.

"He's lived a lot of places."

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"You can put down the bag for the time being," Dr. Fell tells Ragnar, who does so. "Being in hospital with a sick friend is a lot of waiting. And no, he hasn't mentioned any family or home country to me, either. I suppose he would have a passport? Which of you put it in his bag?"

He looks at Athelstan, Mags and Ragnar.

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Mags glances to Ragnar and Athelstan with the slightest note of warning, as if not sure if answering is wise. "Perhaps we should leave that to the hospital to sort out. If Sin don't tell us where he's from, he may have his reasons."

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"It isn't something it seemed like he'd need right away", Athelstan says calmly. "And we didn't want to poke around too much."

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"I'm sure he wouldn't like it," Ragnar says. "None of our business, either."

Dr. Fell shrugs.

"I suppose the hospital will have found out about health insurance already, and that's what matters most to them, anyway. I very much hope there won't be a situation where a next-of-kin is needed for decision making."

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"Some more couldn't hurt", he agrees. "And health insurance can wait until Sin's awake, they can't deny him this kind of care."

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"Amen to that." Mags mutters. "Aggie needs caffeine. Anyone else?" Pretty much all of the Few nod emphatically.

Except for Ollie who's already asleep across two chairs.

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"Some more couldn't hurt", he agrees. "And health insurance can wait until Sin's awake, they can't deny him this kind of care."

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"They will have looked in his wallet already," Dr. Fell says. "If only to see if there is a donor card, a living will, anything of that kind. They will be discreet about it, of course, even towards us. And allow me to organise the coffee; I know where to get some around the corner at this time of night that doesn't come from some terrible machine of evil."

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The Few nod, considering that. Mags give Athelstan an appraising look, wondering how much more the Artista knows.

"Thank would be very kind of you." Barrington nods. "Would you like some assistance?"

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Athelstan meets Mags' eyes, his expression carefully schooled, and gives her a slight nod. They'll talk later.

"You can't carry coffee for almost ten with only two hands", he agrees.

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"Of course, I'll be glad for your assistance," Dr. Fell says. "It's just around the corner from the hospital."

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"Barrington, do you want to come too? Three pairs are even better than two."

Something tells him he shouldn't be alone with the charming Dr Fell.

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Barrington nods and joins them, falling in a step behind them, moving with the grace of long practice.

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Dr. Fell leads them outside, around a corner, past a closed coffee bar into an alley to a tiny old door, where he knocks. An old man opens, recognises him, and lets them in.

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Athelstan blinks at Barrington, then at the old man's back as he leads them further into the building.

"Is this his house?"

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Barrington returns the confused look. "You must be well known here, sir? For this sort of treatment."

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"It's his bar, and he lives in the back room," Dr. Fell explains, cheerfully. "And I like discussing the finer points of coffee with him, and helped him with a conundrum."

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Athelstan nods, and doesn't ask about the conundrum.

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Barrington nods to the elderly man. "Thank you for answering your door so late, sir." He says in perfect Italian.

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