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.

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."

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?"

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," 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.

"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."

"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?"

Having grown up on tall ships, Pippi is no stranger to people with "leg issues". She listens to all this intently, quietly sipping her coffee. She's the sort of person who completely into whatever she is doing at the moment, even if it is listening.

"Did you want to keep it?" she asks.

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 was willing to die to keep it. My girlfriend asked me if her life was worth more than my leg, and I told her yes. But she didn't understand. And looking back, I know I was selfish, but I didn't want to wake up witrhout my damn leg."

"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.

Pippi got up and started a pot brewing for House. The idea of holding onto something that slows you down seemed rather odd to her. She knew lots of guys with peg legs... She even knew a guy with two peg legs and a hook for a right hand who could dance the Schottische and play the fiddle at the same time!

"How do you feel about it now?" She asked measuring out the grounds. "I mean... You're a Doctor. You're the best doctor! Don't you have medicine for stuff like that?"

"The medicine I was taking was destroying my liver. A man in town is helping me with a more hands on treatment now. I haven't seen him for a few days." There might have creeped a little bitterness in his voice, and possibly a flash of darkness in his eyes. He took a deep breath and shifted his feet which caused a stab of pain to travel through his thigh.

"Destroying your liver? I thought medicine was supposed to be good for you?" She turns the coffee maker on and comes back to sit with House.

"Why haven't you gone to see him? Do you just not like to see other doctors?"

"You want the truth?" Blue eyes stare at her, measuring her, deciding ho much he can tell her. "He's with Dr Wilson much of the time. Dr Wilson and I used to work together,before we came here. He's my best friend, and for a while when he first came to Fandom he lived with me in the apartment. He left me the day after Christmas and moved to town. Now he and Aziraphale are together and I would just as soon keep my distance."

Pippi drew her legs up to her chest and shook her head.

"It's not important if I want the truth, just if you want to say it out loud."

She sipped her coffee.

"So you hold onto the leg because it is a part of you even though it gives you pain and makes it hard for you to do stuff sometimes. But you won't go see somebody who can help you with it because you want to avoid the pain of a friendship that didn't work out as well as you might have wanted. Except that now the pain in your leg not only reminds you that your leg is hurt, but also of your friend..."

She shook her head again.

"Grown-ups are complicated... Why did I ever decide to grow up to be one?"

"Out of the mouths of babes," House muttered. "It's a lot more complicated than that, but I suppose you have the basic idea. Growing up is hell, Pippi. It's only going to get more complicated, and you really don't have a whole lot of choice in the matter, but the alternative is death, and I don't know about you, but I'm not ready for that."

"Well I won't after this year that's for certain." Pippi muttered.

She shrugged. "Death is just what takes you from earth and sends you to Heaven. I don't actively try to get myself killed, but I know that when I die I'll finally get to meet my Mama. She watches me from a window in Heaven, and I'm sure she'll have a lot to say on what she's seen."

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