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[OOC: Post locked because mun is low on energy tonight. House will be on duty (against his will) in the clinic tomorrow night and randomly throughout the weekend for any students/faculty needing his assitance. Thank you!]

After receiving a phone call from Lisa, House abruptly leaves the main area of the clinic (and don't think he's not grateful for the interruption and the excuse to leave the chaos), and limps into one of the back rooms.

His eyes sweep across the room, taking in the sight of the young man on the cot. His clothes are tattered, splotches of purple and bruise blackened skin underneath.

"Nice shiner," House comments, with a nod toward the patient's face.

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There's a flicker in Angelus's eyes as he assesses the newcomer. "Nice limp," he comments in return.

House's eyes flicker to his cane. "It's a ploy. The ladies love a man with a visible weakness."

The intensity of those eyes darts back up to the patient. "Angelus, is it? Nurse Cuddy didn't tell me anything, so start talking."

"Never heard that one before," Angelus says. He leans back against the wall, wincing and pressing a hand to his lower ribs as he does. "You want the long or the short? Short version is I got my ass kicked."

"You should try it. Works every time."

House moved into the room, shutting the door to give them privacy.

"I like short. Less to lie about. Did my competent assistant run any tests or offer any suggestions? Or did she call me so she could split?"

He was beside the cot at this point, piercing eyes assessing the injuries.

"Had a physical exam," Angelus remained where he was, his eyes following House and his chest reasonably visible through the tears in his shirt. "Said I narrowly missed getting hit on two of my favorite body parts. Also suggested this might not be my week to try out for the wrestling team."

"Looks like she had her ducks in a row. She dumped you, pal." House leaned on his cane. "Nothing I can do but offer you a copy of PlayBoy now."

"Thanks, but," Angelus gave a rueful grin towards the very precise way he was sitting on the cot, "maybe not just now if it's all the same. Have I mentioned this hasn't been my proudest 24 hours?"

"I've heard rumblings of the sort," Houseresponded and sat down on the cot, stretcihng his legs to cross at the ankles with the cane held between his knees.

"So you got beat up. It happens. Especially in high school. What I can't figure out, is why Lisa felt the need to drag me in to it. You're sore, sure, but you look like a tough guy. A shot, maybe a perscription of pain killers to get you through the weekend, and you're good to go. As painful as a knee to the nads is, it's temporary."

"That was my feeling on the subject," Angelus's shoulders relaxed just a hair, as though he were letting go of wary tension. "Heck, I wasn't even sure if I should bring it up. But there was a whole - " Angelus made a circular gesture in the air " - thing and I didn't know how to handle it. Lisa said you were the guy to talk to."

"So. There's a..." House mocked Angelus by circling the air in a similar pattern. "thing." He leaned back until his head met the wall.

"Unless you start talking in three seconds, you're wasting my time."

There was another assessing flicker in Angelus's eyes. He pushed himself forward, wrapping his arm around his ribs for comfort, but otherwise trying to sit up straight.

"The student who did this to me threatened to do more and worse," Angelus told him, his expression frank. "Now do I like admitting I can get my ass kicked, especially by this particular student? No. But given my encounters with the staff so far - Lisa being a notable exception - I'm running out of options beyond the one where I keep saying 'ow, ow, no really I wanted to have kids someday'."

"Technically, Lisa's not staff. She's a student, staffing my clinic." House sat up, and looked sideways at Angelus, sizing him up. Hehad a pretty good idea this guy was the subject of the tape the Biology teacher sent around to the faculty. Eh, not that he'd listened to the tape.

"Look, Angelus. I don't give a shit what the faculty around here thinks. Personally, I think most of them are morons. I'm sure they have an equally high opinion of me. Whatever trouble youv'e had, it's with them. Be straight with me, and I'll do what I can for you. Fuck around with me, and I'll fuck around with you. Do I make myself clear?"

"I appreciate that kind of candor, doc," Angelus said, his voice and expression both actually geniune. "You got it. My ex-girlfriend has a hard-on for making my life miserable. She kicked my ass, then told tales to Connor. Combine that with Proffessor Sidle wanting me dead because one of my little crushes took my gifts the wrong way and here I am, up student's shit's creek without a paddle.

"I don't mind a little punishment, doc," Angelus added, the corner of his mouth turning in a smile. "Hell, some days it's real damn fun. But right now certain people in this school are taking what you might call shameless advantage of certain authority figures, and now I'm convicted without ever having done the crime."

House nodded and pursed his lips together.

"Quite the dilemma." He stood and paced the small room twicebefore stopping.

"The question is what to do about it. I'm predicting you want me to talk to Connor on your behalf. Probably Lisa's idea."

"Ooo - " Angelus gave the sympathetic grimace you give to someone who just scratched on the pool table. "Nope. Wrong on both counts. I already know Connor's got it in for me, and Lisa said I should talk to you."

"Good thing, that wasn't gonna happen, no matter how much begging Lisa clocked in on your behalf."

OOC: I'm gonna have to call it a night in the next ten minutes. I work till 3pm EST and there's always a good chance I won't be onltine until after dinner...Will you be around tomorrow and willing to put this thread on hold?

[ooc: Yep, and yep. Figure no matter what happens Angelus will still come out of this being able to go about his day tomorrow so not like I need to put him on ice until you get back, and he can be "paused" here without me not knowing how to do his characterization. If anybody asks him how his clinic time went he can just say he doesn't want to talk about it yet. My schedule's same as yours tomorrow, more or less.]

"I don't like begging," Angelus paused, cocked his head. "No, that's a lie. I love begging. But only if it comes from other people who are really wasting my time."

[OOC: Good deal then. Oh, and we soooo need to get Angelus and Oz together at some point. That would be crack, me thinks. Heh]

"Not so much a fan of begging mysel. Not a fan of people wasting my time either."

[ooc: Yes. Yes we do. And I'd much rather pause House and Angelus than cut them short. Something tells me neither one of them has even gotten warmed up yet. Gosh, it's almost like they both have problems opening up to people...]

[OOC: House having a problem opening up? Do you even watch the show? I mean really. He's so open it's insane. Just the other night he was telling Cameron how much he loves her...And Angelus...*Shakes head* I don't know where you get your information but it's all wrong. I expect these two to be holding hands as they skip through the garden of daisies in about five minutes, their time. Heh. And on that note, I'm going to bed. Talk to you tomorrow!]

[ooc: Oh yes. And don't forget the long, deep meaningful discussions over a cup of herbal tea. They both love that.

Sleep well!]

"You could try stabbing them," Angelus said. "You'd be amazed at how quickly that gets results."

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