Sunday Evening, November 13, 2005

[gotcanewillpoke.livejournal.com]

House wandered in to the clinic, to check on Jack as he'd promised Wilson he would. He grabbed a red lolly from his stash in the desk before heading back to the exam room Jack had pretty much taken over.

He changed the IV bag and read over the notes Alanna and Lisa had made on his chart over the last 24 hours, added his own current notes, then headed out.

Dr not on duty, (he is on call) but on the premisis. Pester, at your own risk

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[death-n-binky.livejournal.com]

*DEATH looks up from the desk, where he is still working on his posters.*

[gotcanewillpoke.livejournal.com]

House looks at the duck, gives DEATH a strange look. "He a friend of yours?"

[death-n-binky.livejournal.com]

*DEATH pets the rubber duck gently with a bony finger, picking it up and examining it.*



*The rubber duck quacks softly, as if in agreement.*

[gotcanewillpoke.livejournal.com]

House shakes his head with amusement.

"All right. He can stay. As long as he keeps his beak out of my suckers."

[death-n-binky.livejournal.com]

*DEATH seems mildly confused.*

[gotcanewillpoke.livejournal.com]

"Then it's all good. I'm going to the apartment. Pager's on, if you need me. Try not to need me."


[OOC: He is. He's made me steal red lollys from the kids where I work, give them purple or orange ones instead, so he can have the red ones. Bratty pup.]