Dr. Greg House, MD (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
vicodincrutch) wrote2008-08-13 06:35 pm
vicodincrutch) wrote2008-08-13 06:35 pm
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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.
End;
Eden, why are you talking to Dr. Apu? We need to have a talk. One more thing, where the hell is the peanut butter.
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.
End;
Eden, why are you talking to Dr. Apu? We need to have a talk. One more thing, where the hell is the peanut butter.
//Action//
[She only opens herself for counter questions.]
You've got a quick fix. What is there to be unhappy about? Does it hurt?
//Action//
[Right back atcha.]
Your leg doesn't look dead. Does it hurt?
//Action//
[Leans on the counter.]
The dead part is gone. Constantly.
//Action//
[Fidget, fidget. She really needs to stop twisting her hands like that.]
Illness or injury? How do you control it? The pain.
//Action//
[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.
//Action//
[Take that, "shrewishly subdued."]
//Action//
[Bitter, bitter, bitter.]
//Action//
[Bitter, bitter, bitter.]
But I'd be dead without it and so would a lot of other people.
//Action//
[Cleans up paperwork.]
All in the line of duty, right?
//Action//
Can I get dressed now?
//Action//
No one is stopping you.
[Shuffles to the door to slip out while she gets dressed.]
Just knock when I can come back in. [Is about to leave when he stops to say] I'm expecting a knock.
[Leaves the room.]
//Action//
[Back into her clothes, zone implant control safely tucked in her pocket. She considers turning it on just a little, just to calm herself down a little, but leaves it off. After a deep breath to collect herself, she knocks on the door and moves away from it as though it may burst open to reveal something more horrible than one gimpy doctor.]