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

"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.

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.

"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.

"Yeah, a party with zombies." Alanna finds her history essay, or what's left of it, and groans.

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

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.

"Zombies, huh?" House looks mildly interested in that. "How'd that happen?"

"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.

Alanna looks up from where she's putting her essay back together. "I don't know, sir. They just started attacking and um, trying to eat people."

"Hey Rory. Everything all right?"

Rory groans. "For me? Well, the worst injury I'm suffering is that I spent the night in a chair," Rory says, stretching. "And otherwise...things are okay, I guess. Glad to see you made it out okay."

"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.

"Well, that's what zombies are supposed to do," he says sarcastically. He'd never say it out loud, but he's glad she's all right.

"They kill anybody?"

"Well...there were zombies. And they had weapons. What were we supposed to do?" Rory grumbled, trying to get comfortable.

"I wouldn't know sir, we don't have any zombies." Alanna gives up on rescuing anything that she did on Friday and tosses most of the papers in the trash. "Not that I know of, no. I think they would have announced it by now."

Alanna nods and winces. "Yeah, thanks, didn't think there was a choice in that matter. I'm kind of hoping for a boring weekend."

"Me too," Rory mumbles sleepily, curling up and going back to sleep.

[ooc: Mun is going to be gone until tonight - hence putting her back to sleep.]

"Right." House shrugs. He'd slept through it, more or less. More like been passed out and unconscious, but who's coundting, right?

"Listen, this is great. Loads of fun. But I'm going back to bed. You should too." H stands and limps back to the apartment door.

[OOC: Saw the OOC that you're leaving, figured I'd follow suit and put her to sleep too *g*]

[ooc: Thank you, because that's less rude than just having her fall asleep while House is talking, which is what I was going to have her do. Hee.]

"Well, that's good then." House sighs and looks aorund the small clinic. "We've had enough students and teachers drop off lately. Don't need to lose any more to...zombies. Kinda disappointed I missed all the fun. Whickey and Vicodin are a deadly combination."

[OOC: Heh! He would have been annoyed!]

Alanna politely nods, her mind still on ways to fix her ruined essay. "I don't think you missed anything 'fun', sir. Except the after parties."

"And I'm always up for a good party." Hosue sighs rather deliberately.

"If your homework got ruined, I'm sure the professor will understand if you're a little late, given the...uh, circumstances."

Alanna shook her head. "I don't know sir, my teacher's back home didn't think broken and/or lost limbs were a good enough excuse. But thank you."

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