She hates this ( Read more... )

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.

Giles was still out of it, somewhat, but being treated in the infirmary. Has to look a bit better at this point. Probably going to need a few days to recuperate. Likely to at least be conscious again soon for visitors.

She's getting sick of this game ( Read more... )

There are some things you take and try to make the best of, simply because there is no way around it. There are some things you accept because there is no attractive alternative. And there are some things you fight until your last breath, just because you can ( Read more... )

It's hard to be a happy camper when you're given bad news. It's even harder when you're the kind of camper who sits there and bitches while everyone else works-- even during good news.

Thus, only the brave should approach the scowling redhead as she makes her way to 202. She isn't stumbling - she doesn't stumble. We may even go so far as to say ( Read more... )

You know?

House didn't mind being back, but he didn't really care for it, either. Better this then vampire plaything, but-- Really, this place could have been any other place. Cameron was here now (and he would never say that it made it slightly more home feeling) but... he finds himself back up on the eighth floor ( Read more... )

Azula sat at the table for a couple minutes after Mel left. Her own comfortable face crumbling as the other girl made her way out without accepting her help ( Read more... )

Bored.

Bored bored bored bored doublebored bored.

...which leads to the playing of Magical Music.

No wonder that Hamel's got bow to strings as a spectral vehicle starts to appear with the music a few inches above the wall.

A new and interesting way to do patrol, it seems, as he climbs aboard the back of the Phantom Train as the whistle blows ( Read more... )

Pot did absolutely nothing as a painkiller for stomach aches-- no one had bothered to tell her this, though.

Daddy? Avoid the redhead today.

Tris, however, is her new best friend as she discovers the wonders Motrin can perform on...

Well. It was helping, no matter what the problem was. Oh, Tris had given her a name - TB salpingitis - that ( Read more... )