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[gotcanewillpoke.livejournal.com]

It's Sunday morning, and Dr House has a headache. He considered staying in bed again, but...well, that's really not good for his leg. So, he's in the clinic. Looking like he needs to check in and be a patient himself.

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[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

Alanna half stumbles in to the clinic and is surprised to see someone else there. "Oh, hello Doctor House."

[gotcanewillpoke.livejournal.com]

"Don't talk to me," House barks. Seems he's having a harder time holding his liquer than he used to. But he's not going to admit that.

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

Alanna nods and mutters to herself. "No problem doing that." She begins crawling around the floor, collecting bits of her homework that got kicked under chairs, sofas, and the desk.

[gotcanewillpoke.livejournal.com]

"This place is a disaster. You kids have a party in here last night?" House grumbles, not really talking to her, but talking out loud.

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

Rory cracks an eyelid at the noise. "Good morning, you two," she says hoarsely from her chair next to Logan's bed.

[gotcanewillpoke.livejournal.com]

House glances at her, involuntarily reacting to the noise of a voice, and he winces as pain streaks his head.

"I really shouldn't have drank that whole bottle," he mumbles. "What's wrong with him?" he asks, blinking and trying to focus.

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"Who? Him?" she asks, gesturing over her shoulder sleepily. "Oh, he got knocked over the head with the barrel of a gun. Should wake up soon." She reajusts herself in the chair, pulling her blanket further around her.

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

"Hey Rory. Everything all right?"

[gotcanewillpoke.livejournal.com]

"So the principal leaves for a few days and suddenly everyone has their weapons again. Great." House sighs. He's really regretting ihs decision to venture in to the clinic. He should have just stayed in bed. He could have gotten Wilson to massage his leg later, or something, if it got too stiff.

[death-n-binky.livejournal.com]

[gotcanewillpoke.livejournal.com]

House looked up, wincing as pain sloshed through his head. "It's morning. not sure how good it is."

[janet_fraiser]

Janet walks in, dressed in clean clothing with her hair still wet and pulled back in a ponytail. The circles under her eyes are huge, and she moves stiffly.

"Here," she says, slapping a sheet of paper with writing on it down on the counter. "A list of people treated in the library and the Doctor's--uh, box--during the zombie attack. Names, descriptions of injuries, treatment and medications administered. There are several you'll want to follow up on. I'm on my way to get Parker and bring her in for an x-ray. Her ankle's broken."

[aka-vala.livejournal.com]

Hey Janet, they said you were headed down here. I just figure someone should take a look at the cut on my shoulder.

*displays packing-tape bandage, even worse the wear for a long hot shower*

I mean, I know CJ did her best, but...

And well, I've been thinking. Callisto had just chopped through a zombie when I caught the backswing, so who knows what was on that sword of hers... and it kind of itches... so... *shrugs*

[gotcanewillpoke.livejournal.com]

House takes the paper from Janet, eyes skimming over it. Except the words seem to be moving because his head is so uneven. He sets it on the desk to look at it later.

"Hop up on an exam table, we'll see what we can do," he says to the other girl.

[janet_fraiser]

*does her best not to snicker at the packing tape bandage, because, bless her, CJ did a pretty good job for an amateur*

That should probably be cleaned so it doesn't get infected. I don't even want to THINK about what sort of microorganisms are carried in zombie goo. Also, I can't imagine you wouldn't need stitches. *grabs Vala's hand, goes back behind counter* The supplies are here, and, hell, we're here. Not that I work here. Let's get this taken care of, though.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Painkillers. Painkillers. HELLO! Give me some drugs!" Parker stumped in, cursing under her breath, and collapsed onto one of the chairs as soon as she was inside the clinic, glaring at Janet. "I don't *care* if you want to X-ray me first! How does that interfere with giving me painkillers?" she hissed.

[janet_fraiser]

"Will you CHILL a minute, Parker?" said Janet. "God, I know it hurts, but suck it up and deal for a few minutes." She glances over at Dr. House from her seat at Vala's side, then nodded at Parker. "Her ankle's broken. We did an emergency job on it last night, but she needs an x-ray and a proper cast."

OOC: It's splinted like mad and her boot was cut off. Mun presumes that a basic break (which the player said it was last night, iirc) could be set sort of, enough to be splinted in case she was forced to put weight on it.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Fine. Fine. Let me suffer. It's not like there's anything that can *fix* it, is there?" Parker bangs her head against the wall behind her. She hums tunelessly and loudly under her breath.

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

Alanna looks up from her doodles. "I'm guessing you need pain killers."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"You're not just a pretty face and a sword, are you?" Parker closes her eyes, mouth twisted up in a pained pout. "You want me to beg? Okay. Please? Please? Pretty please with iced mocha on top? Drugs! For! Me!"

[gotcanewillpoke.livejournal.com]

"We don't like to give pain killers until we know precisely the problem. Besides, I enjoy the sounds of pain filled screams. Keep it up. A little ouder, I'm not sure they can hear you in the Scxience department."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker glares at him, face full of thwarted pain. "And here I was hoping that the Glee Club would induct me based on my ability to hit the E above C!" She slumps back in her chair, thumping her crutches on the floor and glaring at his cane. "How long does an X-ray *take*, anyway? And do I get one of those?"

[death-n-binky.livejournal.com]

*Unsure if she can see him or not, DEATH holds up his scythe helpfully. If you can't see him, you just get a very creepy feeling that, perhaps, you ought to scoot back a bit.*

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker glances over her shoulder, suddenly cold, narrows her eyes at nothing, and huddles in on herself, muttering, "Ooookay. Gotta get heating in here."

She sucks on her lollipop, still looking around.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

_{[ooc: *giggling madly* ohhh, dear.]}