"Jesse! Jesse!"

You barely make out that familiar cynical voice- your head is ringing and your veins feel on fire. You're being shaken by Walter' desperate grip as he attempts to wake you. You're high on god knows what, you're not even sure if you remember. Given the situation, you cannot respond right away. Too occupied in gathering your senses. But you are aware enough to notice the panic in your "cooking" partner's voice. And if you weren't mistaken- there's a tremble in his voice. Tears.

"Jesse! Goddammit son, talk to me!"

Walt had found you barely breathing. Since Jane's death, you've been a mess. You and him had even agreed to go your separate ways. But Walter got desperate for more money and he needed your help. When you didn't answer your phone- he had no choice but to pay you a visit. And when you didn't answer your door...well- here we are. Your chest is sore from Walter's previous performance of CPR- you had lost your heartbeat. And now you're finding yourself shaken up in the arms of the very man who was calling you useless not days before.