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050. Diagnosis

Handcuffs made a comeback. Why wasn't I in on that? Better luck next time.

One date. Hm. Maybe for next week? How do you feel about Cone Heads? Maybe Tommy Boy. As far as partically crappy food goes, I like a good sub. I doubt any of the places have Jersey or New York culinary training. I guess that will add to the sup par.

One prescription for Tony Foster. You'll get the other one when the morphine is out. You want a quick fix hit up some drug store. I've got a system. Take it or leave it and risk over medicating.

Private to Morn;
One appointment. Paging Debbie Downer... you're up.
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Eden, why are you talking to Dr. Apu? We need to have a talk. One more thing, where the hell is the peanut butter.

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[Pain really isn't an indicator when you have a remote control that can turn off pain entirely, Morn reminds herself.]

Okay. Just get it over with.

Have you ever been on prozac before? Get enough iron in your diet?

[Gets the machine up and running. And he puts on the dandy heavy ray deflecting coat.]

[So lie back down and stare up at the ceiling and just wish this was over so she could go back to her apartment and lock the door.]

I don't know what prozac is. I eat ~~when I think about it~~ okay.

[ooc: Strike almost said, but not quite.]

[Starts the main x-ray camera up at about head level slowly rolling it, it's expensive machinery right? And there is the head shot that he'll gloat about privately later.]

Maybe you should. I think it could make your life better. As far as attitude in a few places. I don't think it helps mumbling.

[Frowns at the machine as it passes by her head]

What are you doing?

Moving the x-ray. What's it look like?

[Keeps rolling until the camera settles up above her pelvis.]

[She's not happy with the primitive machines he's using, but you take what you can get.]

I wouldn't have asked if I knew.

[Real x-rays now. It doesn't take that long for primitive machines.]

X-rays will now be processes.

[Rolls it back into place with a little less care. It's off.]

Diagnosis was so far your "attack" [and he does the finger quotations] was a rape which I think you should be able to say because you have enough brains to seek treatment after, be proud of yourself for your own practicality. Thus far there is exterior and interior damage, nothing catastrophic or beyond repair on sight.

[She sits up again, not wanting to be in such a vulnerable position any longer than she has to and gives him a hostile look.]

It's a stupid word. It doesn't matter what the weapon is, it's still an attack.

[Yes, there's no small bit of anger in the way she pulls the sheet up around herself]

[House sits and hooks his cane on the nearest counter top.]

Specifics are stupid? That's a new one. Given the circumstances you should talk to someone.

[Purposely nonspecific.]

There's nothing to talk about.

[Yeah, that arms folded posture is really open to accepting suggestions. Only not.]

A therapist would beg to differ. I can only imagine how delightful you were before this happened.

[Counter arm fold.]

A therapist here couldn't begin to understand what happened before I even got here.

You only say that because you haven't looked for a therapist who could begin to. Moping and being indignant isn't going to improve your life.

[Stands up and wow, there are x-rays...ssssh some City tech is a bit better.]

Let's look at some pictures.

[Shuffles the head shots to the bottom of the pile.]

I didn't come here for your opinion on my mental health. Just tell me if everything's okay and I can get out of here.

Nah you just came to get my say on your health. How about that. Mental health and physical health coincide for all around wellness. Don't they know that in the future?

[Places up the x-rays that he wants her to see up in the display light and flicks it on. He speaks while looking up at them.]

I see what look like hairline breaks in the bones. They're old.

[Doesn't wait for an explanation or an answer.]

No notable breakage or sign of your baby maker being trashed. I wouldn't have any mattress dancing for at least three months. By then you should be properly healed and the therapy will help you at least carry a pleasant conversation.

[As she leans in to look at the x-rays, she wonders how much therapy it would take for him to carry a pleasant conversation.]

Fine. I'll think about it. [She doesn't mean it, but maybe it will shut him up.]

And I don't think no sex will be a problem, but... my contraceptive implant expired. Can I get a new one?

[House isn't convinced.]

There's no thinking required. I'll get you a list and you'll take your pick.

[Raises an eyebrow at the thought of implanted contraceptive.]

We've got the patch, the pill and the ring.

[Maybe she should just have her reproductive organs removed. That would settle the matter.]

I wear a ring?

[See her not accept the list.]

It's more of an self insert. If you truly honestly can't possibly administer anything to yourself there is also a shot.

[Takes down the x-rays seeing as they're not front stage anymore.]

[Broken bones. Yes, she'd known about them. They'd been dealt with in her own time, with the resources available in a proper medbay. At least this jerk didn't have pictures of her head. If he got past the implant, he'd probably comment on the healed fracture lines there, too.]

How long is the shot good for?

[Arranges the x-rays carefully.]

Three months. I'm going to give you an antibiotic as a precaution so that you wont get any infections. That's oral though.

Is your thing against shrinks related to the phobia of what's in your head?

[He shoots, he scores! Morn goes stiff and just stares at him warily, not answering him... at least not verbally.]

[House smiles smugly and continues.]

Just because a psyches don't literally look into your head. It's about the verbal and the behavioral. Medical doctors, that'd be me, treat that sort of thing. If we're looking to treat.

[Slowly takes out the x-ray. Holding it now that Morn knows what it is.]

You know about this more than I do. And whatever it is, isn't legal. You can tell me that you smuggle stuff between your ears or you educate me on the future a bit so we can get a basic understanding and have you treated as you should.

[Is she a robot? Is it her ID, driver's license and social security card and she's meant to be scanned? House honestly doesn't know and it irritates the hell out of him. He places up the x-ray for them both to see.]

[There it is. Her eyes are fixed to the white blotch that rules her life. It's not so big. Not as big as its effect. Not as big as its threat to everything in her life. She swallows and shoots a look over at her clothes where her black box is waiting for her to take it back up.]

It's a legal device.

[Well... yes, but not when used the way she's using it.]

It controls my Gap Sickness.

[Which is true, but not even close to the whole truth.]

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