Day 24: Doctor's Office 1, Dr. House
Dr. Gregory House was aware that mental ailments were a sign of physical illness as much as any doctor (hell, even more so), but he didn't particularly like to think along those lines when he had to deal with the little bastards himself. Last week's sessions had particularly convinced the foul-tempered diagnostician that he was sick of this whole
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To Albel, this equaled to 'another waste of time'. Not that any events during the day were anything remotely useful or entertaining to the Elicoorian. But that could've been expected from someone who's only form of entertainment involved a sword, a strong opponent and threading said strong opponent to shreds. The rest just wasn't worth his time or attention.
Doctors, however, were hardly cooperative when it came down on 'shutting the fuck up'.
So when the captain was ushered into the maggot's office, he reluctantly plopped down on the chair. He'd cross his arms if he hadn't been missing his left, so he opted to shoot a glare at the fool across him. What was his name? House or something? The last session didn't prove to be interesting, and Albel didn't expect this one to be either.
Let the nonsense begin.
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"So, the punk kid is going to play cool?" House looked away, an eyebrow arched. "Fine by me."
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"I'm not in the mood to waste my time in your office, maggot." he snarled. "This session will probably as useless as the previous one, so why are you scum bothering to bring me here?"
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"You know, I keep on telling you people that you can just sit there and sulk I won't care at all, but I guess that's why they call you crazy."
His expression reverted to its normal glare.
"Except you're not. You're just obnoxious."
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