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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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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.]

[This is no where near satisfying enough as he hoped it would be. House traces the shape with his finger in the air.]

You mentioned that before. What is it?

[Poor baby.]

Some people have an undetectable flaw in their brains that is only triggered by Gap travel. You don't know about it until you cross the Gap and even then, for some people, it takes another factor to show its effects.

In my case, heavy g triggers it.

[House stands up once again and takes his cane.]

Lucky you there is none of that here.

[Thinks about the implications of the body having a resistance to space travel in some kind of a way.]

If it is so normal and legal why are you shy about it? You could get sympathy or support with that thing. Oprah could hook you up.

It isn't normal and I don't like to talk about it.

[Tugs at the sheet and paper gown again, wanting something less flimsy between her and this man.]

Why do you use a cane?

[She's observant.]

So I don't have to put too much pressure on my leg.

[Easy answer, he can be evasive too.]

Why? What sort of damage couldn't be fixed?

[And she can ask prying questions.]

You can't fix what died. Even in the future.

[She only opens herself for counter questions.]

You've got a quick fix. What is there to be unhappy about? Does it hurt?

It doesn't hurt.

[Right back atcha.]

Your leg doesn't look dead. Does it hurt?

Does it disrupt thought process or function?

[Leans on the counter.]

The dead part is gone. Constantly.

Does my function look disrupted?

[Fidget, fidget. She really needs to stop twisting her hands like that.]

Illness or injury? How do you control it? The pain.

This is the longest conversation we've had. And so far you've been dull, devoid and all together shrewishly subdued.

[He's being nice.]

Injury that turned to illness. I take vicodin and likely will until they make a better medication or until I die. That doesn't control it, only makes it more bearable.

A zone implant would take away all the pain. But you can't get one.

[Take that, "shrewishly subdued."]

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