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2114 North Wallace Street.
The discussion among Fiona and the other three had reached the "how to get Ian to the psychiatric hospital" stage.
Lip suggested forcing him there immediately.
His reasoning was simple.
Ian hadn't eaten or drunk anything all day. If this kept up, his body would shut down, and his health would be in serious trouble.
Fiona was weak on this front. She believed they shouldn't use force but should try to reason with Ian and convince him to cooperate.
Carl...
Well, Carl's IQ was limited. He was thinking, but he didn't really have any ideas.
Peggy puffed on her cigarette, not getting too involved. She only spoke up once to support forcibly sending Ian to the hospital for treatment. After that, she smoked silently, pondering a question.
Carl, that kid, had figured out after just a short look that Ian might have bipolar disorder like Monica.
So... did Frank really not notice during the day?
Or did he notice but just didn't give a damn?
It took Peggy only about a minute of judgment to curl her lip in a silent sneer. She had her answer.
Peggy believed Frank had noticed.
So.
Just like that, the tiny shred of guilt she felt about tormenting Frank vanished into thin air. Gone completely.
In fact, at this moment, Peggy had the urge to drag Frank down to hell with her.
Carl watched Fiona and Lip go back and forth, unable to reach a decision, and started getting annoyed.
As his annoyance grew...
Suddenly, Carl thought of Bianca.
Bianca was a doctor. Ian was sick. Maybe Bianca would have a way.
Carl was a man of action. Once he had an idea, he didn't dawdle. He stood up decisively, walking toward the door while pulling out his phone to call Dexter.
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Dex Restaurant.
Dinner service had just ended not long ago.
Dexter and Bianca were eating their own dinner.
"You still haven't given me an answer about what we talked about last night," Dexter said to Bianca with a wicked grin.
Hearing this, Bianca assumed he meant the uniform roleplay. She immediately glared at him, blushing furiously. "There are so many people here! What are you saying? Don't talk about that!"
Dexter was stunned for a second, confused. Then, seeing her embarrassed reaction, he realized what she was thinking and burst out laughing. "Not the uniform thing. We already agreed on the uniform thing. I'm talking about meeting your parents."
Hearing this, Bianca turned even redder.
But embarrassment didn't affect her intelligence.
She glared at Dexter immediately. "When did we agree on that? Stop talking nonsense!"
Dexter smiled without speaking.
Having been together for so long, he knew Bianca's habit of saying no when she meant yes quite well.
I'll buy it online when we get back, Dexter thought happily.
Seeing Dexter's expression, Bianca knew he was definitely plotting something naughty. She was exasperated but helpless, so she just lowered her head and ate her dinner quickly, pretending she saw nothing and nothing had happened.
The topic of meeting Bianca's parents was temporarily shelved.
A short while later.
His phone rang.
Seeing it was Carl, Dexter answered.
"Dexter, I need a favor. Is Bianca with you?" Carl asked, his tone serious.
Sensing Carl's tone, Dexter immediately guessed there was another drama unfolding at the Gallagher house. He was even more amused. "She is. What's the favor? Shoot."
Carl didn't waste words. He explained Ian's situation in one breath.
After listening.
Dexter was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help shaking his head with a laugh.
Ian's bipolar disorder popped up already?
In the original show, Ian's bipolar surfaced because Mickey married Svetlana...
Now, because Mickey couldn't publicly come out as gay yet, Ian suffered an emotional setback, and the bipolar exploded.
Interesting!
To put it poetically, Comrade Mickey really was Ian's fated calamity.
Dexter thought with a smile, then agreed. "Okay. Give us a little bit. We're eating dinner. We'll head over as soon as we finish."
"Thanks," Carl said.
Hanging up, Dexter put away his phone and briefly explained the situation to Bianca.
Bianca was a bit dumbfounded hearing it. "Why does it feel like everyone in that family just has non-stop problems?"
I can take credit for some of that, Dexter mused silently. He nodded at Bianca. "That's just the Gallaghers. And I estimate it'll be that way for a long time to come."
Bianca couldn't comprehend it. "So weird."
The two chatted as they finished dinner.
Bianca was kind-hearted. She wiped her mouth and urged Dexter to hurry over.
Bianca's kindness really didn't fit this hellhole of a South Side.
Dexter smiled and wrapped his arm around her waist. "Let's go, Dr. Bianca."
It wasn't far.
In less than ten minutes, Dexter and Bianca arrived at 2114 North Wallace Street and knocked on the door.
Hearing the knock and knowing it was Dexter, Carl quickly opened the door.
Dexter and Bianca walked into the living room and met Fiona and Lip.
Dexter gave a faint smile and said nothing.
Bianca had long forgotten the little episode from that morning. She spoke up proactively, concerned about Ian's condition. "I'm not a psychiatrist, so I might not be able to help much. But if you're willing, I can take a look at Ian and offer some medical advice."
Bianca was basically a doctor...
And this was free. It didn't cost a cent.
More importantly, it was about Ian, and Ian was family!
So.
Fiona's attitude became decisively flexible.
Fiona even smiled at Bianca and thanked her. "Thank you for helping. I'll take you to see Ian."
Lip didn't say anything, but he didn't object either.
This reaction was also quite flexible.
So, whatever happened to that hatred?
Dexter felt that Fiona and Lip really lived up to the title "Shameless."
Bianca followed Fiona to Ian's room.
Dexter didn't follow. He sat naturally on the sofa, pulled out a cigarette, and offered one to Peggy. "Your condition seems to be getting worse."
Peggy took the cigarette and chuckled. "No big deal. I could go dancing right now."
They chatted idly for a bit. Because Carl and Lip were nearby, they didn't say much and ended the conversation.
Then, cigarette in mouth, Dexter quietly sized up Lip.
This was his first close encounter with Lip since the boy returned from Canada.
He looked him over...
Heh.
Comrade Steve really was impressive. Good craftsmanship.
Lip's trash mouth deserved to look like that.
It would look even better with a bow tie.
Since he had nothing else to do, Dexter started musing silently.
Honestly, he genuinely thought sewing Lip's mouth shut with a needle and thread was an excellent idea.
Gotta try that sometime, Dexter thought, getting excited as he considered the execution plan.
For a moment.
Various shapes for Lip's wrecked mouth danced through Dexter's mind.
Very entertaining.