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He'd checked on Vala, of course, but he hadn't opened the clinic because he just didn't want to deal with it. The on-call light was on, and he was technically available. If needed. He spent the morning lounging on the couch watching mindless television to pass the time. He hadn't decided if he was going to keep the appointment with Susan Dr Pevensie, but he found himself letting Cash out at quarter to two, and five minutes later he was in the clinic.

He sat at his desk and sighed. Maybe he should bring the plant from Blair back to the clinic. It might cheer the place up, once it started to grow. And Blair had said he should talk to it. He had plenty of time to talk to inanimate objects when he was working clinic.

He opened the top drawer of the desk and pulled out a thick manilla envelope. His medicalfile. Copies of doctor's reports, his current perscriptions, the pages of the notebook Wilson logged his progress and reactions in after he gave up the Vicodin. He sighed again and swiveled in his chair to look at Susan's door. He didn't need her to tell him he was a addict, and he didn't appreciate ehr making assumptions as such. He was an addict, and he knew it. And aside from a couple of teeny timy little slips, he'd been off the Vicodin since November 20. And did those slip ups really count, when he'd puked the pills back up each time? Probably.

The doctor is in, but he has an appointment with Dr Pevensie on the books. The question remains if he will honor the appointment or not. If he does, the on-all light will be on, but I wouldn't recommend interrupting. If he doesn't, the on-call light may remain on because he's feeling somewhat anti social and I wouldn't recommend interrupting hisbrooding. Just fair warning, yo.

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Re: The Counselor is In

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"But you want to," Susan said quietly. "I haven't heard anything since you walked in, that wasn't about them. If you want to talk about something else, tell me about the break-up. Or your mother's health. Or working here." She paused. "We don't have to talk about the pain or the pills now. But do not expect me to wave it away. Or ignore what you don't say, and just accept what you do. I am not stupid, Doctor. And neither are you."

Re: The Counselor is In

[gotcanewillpoke.livejournal.com]

"I went through six different pain management regimes before the Vicodin. Vicodin was the only thing that worked. I knew the risks when I started taking it, and two months ago, my liver started shutting down. Whether I want to take the pills or not is irrelevant, because I can't.

"I could sit here and tell you a thousand reasons why I want those god damn pills. Quite a few of those reasons would be legitimate. Some I'd pull out of the air just to appease you. But talking about it won't make a damn bit of difference for me or my leg or my liver."

He stood up then, pulling heavily on the cane. "This? Is a very bad idea, doctor." His eyes highlighted the file he'd given her. "Happy reading."

Re: The Counselor is In

[susanofnarnia.livejournal.com]

Damn. "Thank you for your time, Dr. House. I happen to disagree. But my door is still open to you, should you change your mind."

She sighed, and looked at the file, shaking her head. Round One to the home team.

Re: The Counselor is In

[gotcanewillpoke.livejournal.com]

He went to check on Vala, took her off the IV, but wanted to keep her in the clinic another night, then went back to his apartment. Cash greeted him at the door, with stuffed squeaky toy duck in his mouth.

House went to the couch, because the only was he could play with Cash was sitting down.