fandom_clinic | Saturday 1-21-06

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Saturday 1-21-06

He stashed his crutches in the office and sat in the rolling chair from the desk. He had charting to finish, notes about Thursday night to document.

He didn't remember writing excuses for the kids, and wondered if he'd done it so automatically that he forgot he'd done it, or if he'd, well, forgotten to do it.

He tugged the crossword puzzle out of the desk drawer, but couldn't concentrate on that either.

Doctor is in. No coffee, no Cash -neither dog nor music. No mobility either, but he's not immediately advertising that. You know how pools without life guards say 'Swim At Your Own Risk'? Yeah.

[OOC: Slowtime likely, yeah, but don't hesitate to tag in]

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The clop clop clopping of Pippi riding up on old man can be heard outside. Shortly there after, Pippi enters the Clinic with a backpack on one shoulder and Mr. Neilson on the other.

"Hello? Greg? Are ya here?"

[[ooc: slow play is fine. :D

He looked up at her and his expression softened considerably. "Hey. How are you feeling?"

"Refreshed and rejuvenated thanks to the best Doctor I've ever had!" she answers not mentioning she'd only ever seen one other doctor who wasn't a witch-doctor.

"I come baring gifts!" She takes a round silver tin () from her backpack.

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House takes the cookies with a smile. "These are just what I need, Pippi. Thank you, even though you didn't have to."

"Well, I felt kinda bad. Everybody sitting around keeping me company, staying up late while I was snoring away... I must have not been very good company."

She looks around the room and regards House for a moment. Mr. Neilson hops into the backpack and starts to nudge something out.

"Yes Mr. Neilson, you are very observent!" she starts to take the thermos out of the pack and turns to House, "I normally have coffee out on the common in front of the dorms, but you look like you could use some. Would you care to join me in a cup?"

She cracks open thermos. Steam floats out and it smells lovely.

He takes an exaggerated sniff of the coffee, filling his nosrils with the sweet scent of it. "I would love a cup of coffee, Pippi." He shifted ihs attention to the monkey. "Thank you, Mr Neilson. You're a very smart little monkey."

He drew his gaze back to Pippi. "I usually brew some first thing when I get in here." He waved a hand toward the coffee pot. "Having a rough day with my leg, and it just seemed like too much trouble, so this is great."

Mr Neilson tips his hat to House, who is obviously a fine gentleman that is sensitive to the wisdom of monkeys.

Pippi goes over to to the coffee setup and grabs a mug for House, as well as the creamer and sugar.

"Your leg? I remember you were limping when I came to give blood, what happened to it? You musta hurt it bad if it's still giving you trouble. Did you have a skiing accident?"

"No. I was playing golf, actually. When it happened. An infarction." He rubs a hand ove rhis face, and takes his coffee black. He's not in the mood for sugar today.

"It's a blood clot, in my thigh. The doctor I saw misdiagnosed, sent me home to rest a strained muscle. I was too close to it, and I didn't figure it out right away either. Three days, and I nearly died. Should have died. They wanted to cut my leg off, but m girlfriend convinced my doctor to do surgery. The dead muscle and tissue were removed, and I'm left with a big hole in my thigh. It was six years ago now, but it still gives me a hard time most days."

Blair rushed into the clinic and screeched to a halt, looking around for someone. Sean dashed around his legs and Blair turned in a circle trying not to get caught in the leash.

Spying Dr. House, he waved. "Um, have you seen Angel? Or Belthazor? Or..." Blair trailed off. "Have you seen anyone today?"

"No," House snapped a little more harshly than was necessary, his eyes drifting to the dog. "Pippi cme in a while ago. No one else."

Blair stepped back quickly at the harsh tone and tangled himself up in Sean's leash. Dancing around on one foot and turning in a circle he tried to talk.

"Man! Uh-okay. Nobody but Pippi. I was just checking and..hold still, Sean! Um, Is, like everything okay man?" Blair kept turning his head to look at Dr. House while he tried to untangle himself.

"I'm fine." He hissed, hands linked together on the desk. He actually felt bad for snapping at Blair. "My god damn leg hurts, if you must know. Why do you have Angel's dog?"

Blair finally got his legs untangled from Sean's leash and stared quietly at Dr. House.

His voice was quiet. "I'm sorry about your leg, Doctor. I hope it feels better. I'm watching Sean for Angel who's gotten himself switched into Belthazor's body and then he disappered and you know..." Blair headed for the door. "If he shows up here, can you just let him know that Sean's okay and I'm looking for him?"

"I'll be sure to do that."

Body switching. Well, that was a new one. For Angel's sake, he thought that was probbaly better than waking up with a woman's body.

Blair nodded and left, deciding that he might have spoke to soon when he told Aziraphale that Dr. House was a really cool, cheerful guy.

"Come on, Sean. Let's go find help."

House muttered under his breath as Blair left.

He jerked open his desk drawer and fished out a red lolly pop, which he promptly bit in half and chewed on the shards.

At some point in the afternoon, a familiar white horse rides through the wall of the clinic waiting room with a girl in black on its back. As this is of course impossible, feel free to ignore it.

Susan sits up on Binky's back, trying to summon up the energy to swing her leg over his back in order to get down. You can't fall off Death's horse, or she quite happily would. She fuzzily thinks that might be a good metaphor for something.

After several aborted tries, she manages to get her leg over and slithers to the ground. Her knees immediately give out and she sits down with more suddenness than grace on the floor.

Binky nuzzles at her gently, with apparent concern. Susan completely fails to react, staring blankly at the floor, fingers twisting in the hem of her dress.

[[OOC: Susan has had a rough week. Help?]]

He wheels his chair around the desk and stops mere inches from her. He puts a hand out to Binky. "Come on, boy. Er, girl?" He really didn't know. "You're going to have to get her to an exam room."

House looked down at Susan. "What happened., Susan? Come on. You have to get up. My leg isn't working today, and if I get on the floor I'm not going to be much good to you."

Susan blinks up at him vaguely. "I'm thirsty," she says, very quietly. "I forgot. Body needs taking care of. Feed it, water it, rest it. Forgot." She shakes her head and, by hanging onto Binky, struggles to her knees and then slowly to her feet. Walking towards the exam room, her steps are slow and dragging.

He follows behind her, using his left leg to keep the rolling chair moving, his right foot resting on one of the spokes for the wheels. He stood up enough to reach the sink to wash his hands, then rolled the chair over to the bed, with a glass of water that he set on the table.

He snapped on a pair of gloves. "So, nothing happened? You just forgot to ake care of your body?" He eyed her suspiciously.

Susan collapses onto the bed, grabbing the glass of water and guzzling it down with more energy than anything she's done thus far. When the glass is empty, she sets it carefully on the table and falls back onto the bed.

"Yes, I forgot." She struggles for a way to explain it through her exhausted haze. "Death doesn't need to eat, but Susan does, and she's still real." She buries her face in her hands. "Sorry. Not explaining this very well." A sniffle. "Haven't eaten or slept in a week."

"Then, you eat and you sleep. More water?" He kicked his chair back to the sink and refilled the glass. "Slowly this time, if you please." He glared at her.

The way his leg was feeling he really didn't want to have to do much doctoring. He would, of course. But he wasn't happy about it.

"Eat and sleep," repeats Susan robotically, taking the glass of water. "Too fast and I'll make myself sick. I know. I'm just so thirsty." She props herself up and sips tiredly.

He watched her sip the water. "I can hook you up on an IV, give you fluids and nutients while you sleep. If you're sure nothing else has happened."

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