Dial Tone

[vicodincrutch]

 

"House. Leave a message."

Open for: text, email, voicemail, horrific late night calls, assorted action.

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[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

"You could swim without it. Probably in circles. But yep. That's it." House hands over the metal leg, again with both hands. If he bench presses that leg, he'd be ripped in no time.

"It's my job to talk to you about it. Anything for you and the little woman." He is about to say something about the likelihood of young marriages ending in divorce but looks can be deceiving. He could be an 8,000 year old demon, vampire, goblin or over grown leprechaun.

[risetwice.livejournal.com]

Peeta frowns again. "I don't know if I would call Katniss that, but thanks." He moves to put the leg back on and lets his pant leg drop, standing up and making sure everything was on properly. "Or if she's appreciate the sentiment, but yes. Thank you anyway."

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

"Not a girl, not yet a woman. Got it." Only not. Maybe she's the one who's a mutant of some kind. House digs for a pen in a drawer and for a pad of paper. Ha, well supplied rooms are a treat. He scribbles on the pad.

"Head to this room and they'll figure out the swim leg situation. And give you some literature that could be of use."

Are we done yet? Please, please don't ask about strange feelings and sensations.

[risetwice.livejournal.com]

Peeta raises both eyebrows and thanks the doctor, taking the note. He's remarkably uncurious about this man with the cane, but only because his own leg injury has made him more aware of the feelings behind having a fake leg. He doesn't want to ask and make this meeting more awkward than it has to be.