A clinic of sorts

[arubikscomplex]

There is a white board sitting in the lobby with the following message on it:

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[amutantangel]

Warren sees the flyer before the doctor as he walks in from outside, a bit tired from being out all morning. He pauses for a moment when he sees the note at the bottom, then laughs before looking around for House. "Haven't seen you for a while, how've you been?"

[arubikscomplex]

"Nothing whatsoever, bored out of my skull. What about you?" Warren was one of the few people, outside of Wilson, that House felt any sort of camaraderie with (Jamie didn't count, really, that was more of a babysitting job than anything). They were both freaks, had both been poked and prodded by entirely too many doctors. Warren knew where he was coming from, understood his bitterness to some extent. It was sort of a nice feeling.

[amutantangel]

"About the same. I didn't think there was anything that would make me miss home, but at least there was more to do there than sitting around a hotel." Warren likes House for pretty much the same reasons. House gets it. Plus he is always willing to smack Warren upside the head when he needs it.

[arubikscomplex]

"Augh, I'm bored to the point of actually missing clinic duty. How pathetic is that?" House is always happy to smack people when he feels they need it.

[amutantangel]

Or when he just feels like smacking, I'm sure. "Having never had clinic duty, I'm not sure, but I imagine it's pretty pathetic."