Sunday Clinic Hours

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*DEATH, returning from the park, makes his way back to the clinic. He not only has his theraputic dance manual, but what appears to be a book on Earth agriculture and holiday traditions. He is flipping through it thoughtfully and then writing things down on paper.

The duck is apparently quacking a rousing rendition of "Old McDonald Had a Farm"

After several minutes, DEATH realizes something is missing. He waits expectently and, after a few moments, a small skeletal rat, complete with accoutrements, appears.*

DEATH is in. Bleed or chat here.

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Waiting Room, OK For Broadcast

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*The rat in question scampers up to the front desk, standing expectently, scythe at the ready.*

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*The small rat backs up a few steps and, if it were to have facial features and, moreover, was not a small rodent, it might just be looking slightly skeptical.*

Re: Waiting Room, OK For Broadcast

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*DEATH twirls his scythe thoughtfully, while considering this for a moment.*

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*Death of Rats twitches aggitatedly, before settingly again.*



*The squeaks, if possible, seem to carry an air of resignation about them.*

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*The rat turns, scampering out of the room and, if rats were capable of such things, muttering to himself.*

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House has no intention of actually putting in Sunday hours. It just happens that he's feeling pretty good, and thought he'd wander in, and maybe, just maybe, surprise Wilson by doing his own charting for Elizabeth and Han.

He nodded in DEATH's general direction. "How goes it?"

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House nodded. "If they chew through my drawer and steal my red lollys, you're fired." He said good naturedly.

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*DEATH, lacking the necessary glands, seems to miss the joke.*

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"Like...Christmas hats?" House sat down in the edge of the desk, shifting to draw his right leg up and take the stress of it.

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"Of course. Our very own Dr Wilson is Jewish, and doesn't even officially celebrate the holiday. Of course, you wouldn't know that by our rather festive ornament making outing yesterday."

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*DEATH nods thoughtfully.*

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"Not a one, that I know of. Admittedly, I slept through a good part of it. Despite feeling better, I've been extremely tired lately." House shrugged.

"It was actually fun. I wasn't sure, but, I enjoyed myself. Sorry I ran out of here like I did yesterday. Everything all right wth Han?"

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"It baffles me." House admitted. He sighed and leaned forward to unlock his desk drawer and fish out a red lolly. "When I took this job, I thought it would be routine. Kids with sniffles nad hangovers. I can do that in my sleep. I don't know how to deal with boys who suddenly become girls, teenagers turning in to rodents, kids getting bit by grmlins..."

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"Right. And the fact remains I don't know what to do to help Han."

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*DEATH, having years of experience with mortals, is quite familar with their resilence and stubborn nature.*

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"That would be saying I'm supposed to sit back and watch the boy, because he *is* a boy, suffer with being a woman. I can't not try, DEATH. I'm a doctor."

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House sighed and rubbed his hand over his face. "No mortal wants to face death. his own, or anyone else's. I'm in the business of trying to keep beath at bay as long as can. I faced it, you know. With my leg. When it happened, it almost killed me. I flatlined, legally dead for more than a minute."

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"I wanted to die. I begged to die. I did everything but kill myself, and that wasn't even lack of trying. I just didn't have the means, or the strength to do it. Plus, I had a watch dog keeping very close tabs on me. Even then, he was right there, holding my hand no matter how hard I tried to push him away. There were times I lost sight of myself, but never him. he was always there. Hanging on, making me fight to pry him off, which made me fight to hang on too." House's gaze drifted to the hallway that led to the apartment.

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*It was not a question.*

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House rubbed a hand ove rhis face.

"I've never wanted to live before, I just didn't want to die."

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House scratched his neck, and quirked a bit of a smile.

"I should probably go see what my Dr Wonderboy is up to." He slid off the desk.

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*Death nods*

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"You too, DEATH." House grabbed a handful of the Butterfinger candy bells he'd set out the day before, and headed back to the apartment.