Early, Early Sunday Morning

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He's in the clinic before 7am, because he can't sleep.

He'd drank half a bottle of Whiskey during the night, hoping a little alcohol would help him sleep. It had only made his dreams more intense. To the point he'd woken up disoriented and believing he was confined to his bed in room 212 at Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital, and consciousness did little to ease his mind. He was alone, in his apartment in Fandom, and his leg didn't hurt. He should havebeen feeling pretty good. He felt like he wanted to trash the apartment just to make a statement.

Unable to take the silence of the apartment without Wilson any longer, he'd stumbled into the clinic. He flipped the switch, but didn't open the doors. He sat down at the desk (after switching the festive holiday music for Johnny Cash) and dug Wilson's crossword puzzle book out of the drawer. It failed to hold his attention and he ended up throwing it across the waiting area. That began a systematic cleaning of the desk surface, dumping everything in the trash can just because it was there.

Dr on duty, but be warned, he's hung over and grumpy. Enter at your own risk

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[chasingangela]

After having spent the last 48 hours in bed -- alternately feverishly asleep or wishing she could sleep again -- Angela drags herself down to the clinic wearign sweatpants and her coziest sweater.

"Hi. I have a bad cold. Is there *wheeze, cough, cough* anything you can do?"

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He'd just taken the top drawer off the track, so that he could dump its contents in the trash can, when she came in. He looked up, and a sympathetic look flashed over his features before he shook it off.

"No. Clinic's closed. Go away." He rammed the drawer back into its slot, and fished a clip board out of the trash. "Fill this out and meet me in Exam 1."

[chasingangela]

"Okay," Angela says meekly. Hazily, she feels as though she might have walked in on something she probably shouldn't have interrupted. Her train of thought is interrupted by another coughing spell, and she decides she doesn't care.

She takes the proffered clipboard and fills out the form, then heads to the exam room.

[OOC: She just has a bad cold, but she's kind of stressed out lately, so it's making her pretty sick.]

Exam 1: NFB

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House is a few minutes behind her, after heading off to the drug lock up to get what he expects she'll need. He stood there for a moment looking at Vicodin stock. Vicodin, his old friend. Vicodin which would take away...no numb, it would numb his mind.

He sets the cough medicine on the counter, and takes the clip board, looking over it before he takes her temperature and blood pressure. he checks her throat for swollen glands.

"You know you're not getting out of finals." he says, after a minute. He sets his stethescope onher back. "Deep breath."

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[chasingangela]

Angela nods. She knew she wouldn't get out of her tests; at the moment, she doesn't even care that much. "Okay," she says absently.

She sniffles a few times, then takes and holds a breath for the doctor.

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"Breathe," he instructs, moving the business end of the stethescope around her back.

"You've got a lot of congestion in there." he says and sits back, making notes on her file. "But you'll live. Cough meds, lots of fluid, lots of rest. No strenuous activities. I'll give you a note if you want to skip classes tomorrow."

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[chasingangela]

"I'll live?" Angela says, smiling wanly. "Okay. I slept pretty much all day yesterday and Friday, so I think I've been-" she coughs a few times. "You know. Resting enough. I should be able to make it to class tomorrow."

"I'm taking Dayquil, is that okay?"

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"Sure. But this stuff's better." House picked up the bottle of cough medicine and shook it. "It'll knock you on your ass for a couple hours after you take it, though."

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[chasingangela]

"I'll only take it at night," Angela promises. "Or if I get, like, really bored."

"Thanks, Dr. House."

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"Hey, call me if your symptoms get worse. And keep an eye on that fever."

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[chasingangela]

"If I get sicker, I'll make my friends drag me down here," Angela says.

She wraps her sweater more closely around her, the grabs the cough medicine and puts it in her bag. "But I really, really hope that doesn't happen. Being sick sucks."

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"Yeah it does, and you don't want to be one of the unfortunate souls who has to stay here over night. It's really not fun. So go on. Get out of here. Go take care of yourself."

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[chasingangela]

"Yeah, I remember when Rory and Logan and Marty were stuck here," Angela says, shivering. "I'll stick to my dorm room."

"Bye."

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House just waved her out. He sat in the exam room for several minutes by himself after she left before limping back out to the lobby to resume trashing nearly everything in the desk.