Dec 03, 2005 13:11
After a hot shower and a breakfast of toast and Lavender tea, House went into the clinic. He refilled the bowl of lollipops, all the red ones suspiciously missing.
There was also a bowl of bell shaped Butterfinger candies set on the desk. And coffee brewing in the pot, the sweet Christmas blend mixing with the vague scent of sandlewood from Wilson's recent cleaning spree.
Dr sitting at the reception desk working on a crossword puzzle
han solo,
alanna trebond,
gregory house,
death,
elizabeth weir