125 Diagnosis

[vicodincrutch]

video;

[Hey network. Here is Dr. House at his desk in his office. He's looking scruffy as ever. Maybe a bit more haggered now that we really look at him.]

Black and white. Blah blah blah. I want to know exactly what is wrong with this picture.

[He holds a small white bottle the portion of it that isn't covere by his fingers shows labels for the City General Hospital prescription for House, Gregory. With an unnecessary flourish he opens the bottle then tips it upside down. Out tumbles one white pill. Just one.]

Comments

[as_damaged]

Looks perfectly normal to me.

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

Ha. Ha.

So it was you. What do you want.

[as_damaged]

What was me?

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

You took it.

Why? What point do you want to make?

[as_damaged]

I didn't take anything.

How much did you take?

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

Not half a bottle.

[So that means not one pill either.]

[as_damaged]

You think someone stole it.

[Or you forgot you took it, House. Addicts do funny things. But she won't press.]

I don't know what happened to your pills.

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

Is that your story and you're sticking to it?

[as_damaged]

What would be the point?

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

Either keep investigating or check you off the list.

[as_damaged]

I didn't take it.

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

...you didn't.

[as_damaged]

If I had, wouldn't I be taking the opportunity now to make whatever point I wanted to make?