Snip of the fic, reading,"Your insurance called, babe,” Frenchie announces as soon as Izzy enters their flat, because if he doesn't tell him now, he might forget, and then it's another week wasted without Izzy getting the help he needs. “Turns out it's totally doable to get mental health services paid for with your changed insurance plan. Funny thing, that. I was under the impression there's nothing you could do about it? Must've been an administration error, yeah?”
Izzy shoots him an irritated glance, then puts his backpack down and his jacket on a coat hanger. “The fuck are they doing, giving you that information?”
Ch26 of "Tales from the past" is up, in which Frenchie tries to help and makes things worse.
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