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After getting coffee, but not exactly indulging in conversation, House went across the hall to the infirmary. Stepping inside, he started to prep -- there was a lot to do, and only so many people to do it.

He had bad news to deliver, a berating to give, and -- well, God only knew what else was going to come his way while he made himself available.

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[mushroomdaddy]

There is a new patient for him, currently sleeping the sleep of those who need it badly. He's pale, and thin, and pretty much looks like he's been keeping poor care of himself, the bugger.

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Oh rapture.

"...one hippy, overextending himself. And smoking dope, also." He sighs, and rubs his face. "Hey, Daddy. You awake?"

Of coruse he isn't. That's why House is waking him up.

[mushroomdaddy]

"Enh?"

Daddy's eyes open, slowly, and he moves to rub the eye crud out, but even that looks like hard work.

"Woah."

He croaks out.

"What'm i'doin'ere?"

[badsidemanner]

"Got me. What happened?"

Hey, he wasn't here when you arrived. And they don't exactly have charts.

[mushroomdaddy]

"Was'n th'garden. Dizzy."

He breathes deep.

"Woke here."

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"Someone must've brought you down. You look like compost, by the by. Lousy, chalky compost. You eating and sleeping right? Oh, wait," he snorts. "Stupid question. You're not. Unfortunately, we can't put you on a nutrient drip. What I can do is go get some of Silver's soupstock, heat it up, and bring it down and make you eat some."

[mushroomdaddy]

"Oh."

Daddy furrows his brow.

"Uh. Sleepin in greenhouse. Eatin plenty. First crop's almost ready."

[badsidemanner]

"And does this magical plant power of yours drain you at all?"

That'd be House's first guess, anyway.

[mushroomdaddy]

"Er."

If Daddy had blood to spare, he'd be bluishing.

"Lil bit."

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"And so you have been overworking, yes?"

None of this blushing crap.

"You're on best rest. If I see you move toward anything with roots I'll break your legs. You kill yourself, and we get one crop out of you. Just one. So pace yourself, stupid."

[mushroomdaddy]

"Oh.."

He nods, his eyes closing again.

"Kay."

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"I have one patient who is actually sick. You just seem to lack the ability to pace yourself. So, figure it out." And then he hobbled off to find the man some soup and get him fed.