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House was whistling a happy tune as he took Cash into the clinic. The dog stained and pulled on his leash, wanting to investegate the new sights and smells. House kept him close to his left side, reinforcing the training suggestions he'd read in the book he'd gotten at Phale's shop. House didn't turn the on-call light off right away, though there was more activity on campus than there had been over the holidays.

After letting Cash explore the entire clinic on the leash, House let him off the tether to see what he'd do. He out on a pot of coffee, for the aroma more than anything, and Johnny Cash in the CD player. He sat at the desk, and watched the dog roam the waiting area and sniff a trail to the lab. When House called, he returned to him, sat at his feet and looked up with bright, eager eyes. House rewarded him with a treat, and picked him up.

He opened the doors, though he didn't expect any patients. Cash was back on the leash, because House wasn't sure how he would react if someone came in.

The Doctor is in. Man and dog are at the desk. Cash is asleep in House's lap, House is working a crossword puzzle. You didn't think he'd be doing work, did you?

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Lana enters the clinic a little hesitantly. "Hi. I was thrown by my horse last Friday and the doctors who treated me at the hospital back home told me I should check in with a Doctor here in about 5 days."

Cash jumped up, his feet pressed agianst House's thigh. Not an all together pleasant feeling, and Greg quickly pulls him up off his legs. Because, yeah. Not good.

Cash barked, Hosue soothed his head, and he settled, but squirmed against his master's hold.

"Uh. Okay. Have you been in here before? Do you have papers from the doctor you saw?" There's a breathless quality to his voice, but he'll recover.

Lana blushes. "I'm sorry. My name's Lana Lang. I've been in before, but I've always seen Dr. Wilson." Her face is still noticeably bruised as she steps forward to hand him the paperwork explaining about her overnight hospital stay in Smallville, the concussion, and the extensive scrapes and bruises on the right side of her body.

She smiled at Cash, "Beautiful dog."

"See there, the pretty lady likes you. Behave yourself." Hosue put the pupy on his feet and Cash went for Lana's legs. Hosue looked up at her. "Thanks. Name's Cash." He waved a hand, uite possibly gesturing to the music that was playing. Ring Of Fire.

He took the papers and skimmed the notes. "Dr Wilson will be working a few mornings during the week once classes resume. Until then, you got me. Exam one, if you will." He tugged Cash into the office and pulled the door closed before joining Lana in Exam One.

"Hop up on the table and we'll have a look." He fished for his pen light, to check her pupils. He noted her temperature, pulse, and blood pressure on her papers. Stethescope to chek her lungs.

[OOC: You want him to tell her anything specific?]

Lana hopped up onto the table, wincing a little as she scraped her right leg. "I didn't think I'd still be this sore," she said ruefully, "...or quite this colorful."

[OOC: Nothing specific. Whether/when she can take up normal activity again. She's pretty banged up, but healing well, I'd imagine.]

"Bruises are good. Green and yellow? Means it's healing. Mind if I take a look?" He nodded, not wanting to violate her space.

"That's what I'm here for." She hesitates a minute. "It's pretty extensive - arm, torso and leg. Do you want me in a johnny or something?"

"Yeah. Let me know when you're ready." He fished a gown out of the cabinent and handed it to her, then moved to the door. He waited outside, listening to Cash sniffing at the bottom of the office door. At least he wasn't barking or whining.

Lana changed into the gown a little slower than she might otherwise have managed, due to the stiffness, then called Dr. House back in. "I've been staying with a friend, since my roommate's away. He's been good about waking me up to make sure I'm doing okay."

"That's good. The first twenty-four hours are the most critical after a head injury, that's why they kept you over night. Head injuries are tricky, you can' be too careful, but you seem to be doing fine."

His bedside manner really had improved.

"Lay on your left side for me." He scanned her leg, her hip, her side. Touched his fingers to the skin, feeling for anything out of place. After a moment, he scribbled a few notes on her chart, then smiled at her.

"You're healing beautifully, Miss Lang. I'll recommend taking it easy for a couple more days. You'll know when your body needs to reast. if you pay attention." He flipped through the hospital's paper work. "They must have had you on something for pain, possibly a muscle relaxant. Do you need anything refilled?"

"I have some pain medication and some muscle relaxants. I haven't been as good about taking them as maybe I should, because they knock me out. So, I think I'm good for now."

"So, we don't need to worry about waking me up at night anymore? My... um... my friend's been worried that with the head injury he needs to be really careful of me."

"No, it's not necessary at this point. Have you had difficulty waking up? Either by force or on your own?"

"No, not really - unless I've taken the meds. Then it can be hard for me to wake up. I do find that I still get tired really easily. I've spent a lot of the last few days sleeping."

"Yeah, the meds will do that if you're not used to taking them." Hosue nodded. "He doesn't need to wake you, unless you sleep more than say nine hours straight. I'll give you a card with my pager number, keep it by the phone. You won' need it, but it never hurts to be prepared."

He smiled and nodded. "You're recovering just as you should, Lana. Get dressed, and I'll be out front."

"Thanks, Dr. House." Lana hesitates for another minute. "Um... one other thing... In terms of, uh... 'fooling around'... is that okay, or should we - um, *I* - still be waiting on that?"

House was nearly to the door, but turned back to ehr and leaned on his cane. "There's no reason you can't be intimate, as long as you're careful. You've been through a pretty nasty trauma. Listen to your body. Especially your had, but the bruises will be pretty vocal too. If it hurts or strains at all, don't do it. But there's no reason you can't try."

Lana's face is bright red as she nods. "Sounds reasonable. Thank you." Once he's gone she gets down off the table and back into her clothes before going back out front to meet him.

He had Cash in his arms when she came out, licking ihs face. Cash's attention turned on Lana, and he struggled to get away from House. Which wsn't likely to happen.

House picked up a business card from the desk. "Take this. It's got my pager. It's always on. Don't hesitate to use it."

Lana took a minute to pet the wiggly Cash, letting him get in a few licks before she stepped back and took the card from Dr. House. "Thanks, Doctor," she said. "Do I need to come back to be checked out again or is this an I'm good unless something happens sort of a thing?"

"You can come back any time." He gave her a sincere smile. He really was getting good at that. Sincerity. "But, I'd say you're good to go. If you havne't tried it yet, a warm bath is good for the aches."

Lana beams at him. "Thanks. Hopefully I won't need to come back in again - no offense. Just... I'm hoping this is my last injury for the year, you know. And, no... I hadn't thought of taking a warm bath - guess I've spent too much time sleeping - but I will definitely give it a try. Thanks again."

She smiled at him and headed out with a last pet for Cash.

Alanna stepped in, Faithful on her shoulder. "Afternoon."

Cash had stirred a momnent before Alanna stepped in, and when she spoke, he was on his feet, barking and straining against Hosue's hold. House swore under his breath at the pressure of Cash's weight on his thigh.

He closed a hand around Cash's snout to send a message to shush, and held him off his lap with the other hand wrapped around his body.

A breath.

"Hi. This is Cash. Cash, meet Alanna and Faithful."

Alanna winced and chucked Faithful outside. Yowls of protest could be heard. "Sorry about that. Cute dog, nice name for him."

"You'll tell him I'm sorry? He could stay, I can put Cash in the office." House looked toward the door where Faithful had been tossed.

"Other than that, what's up?"

*DEATH rides into the Clinic on Binky's back, having just arrived back on campus. He appears to be wearing a fedora out of purple leather.*

Cash pushed out of House's lap a moment before House realised DEATH was there. Keeping a tight hold on the leash, House grinned at his assistant.

"DEATH!" He greeted warmly. "It's good to see you." He might seem just a little more bright than DEATH might have ever seen.

DEATH, if he had eyebrows, might just have raised one. However, lacking said anatomy, his face remains impassive, as one would expect.

*DEATH, dismounting from Binky, reaches a hand down to pet the dog*

"This, my friend, is Cash." House beams. He watches how Cash paws at DEATH's hand, missing it by a good inch or more. House laughs and leans down to scoop Cash up in ihs arms.

"You are welcome to start back any time you'd like. It's been dreadfully slow over the holidays. I've mostly kept the oncall light on." Mostly. Right. pretty much solid for two weeks. But that hardly mattered now. he was back on site and ready to work.

"Excellent." House smiles. He wonders if DEATH can tell something's changed. Well, the news will spread around campus soon enough. f it hasn't already.

"Dr Wilson will be helping out a few days a week, he's relocated to the new clinic in town." May as well put it out there.

[OOC: Ohhh, happy birthday! No worries. Hosue is just kind of relaxing and breaking Cash in before the new term starts. it's all good]

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