He stashed his crutches in the office and sat in the rolling chair from the desk. He had charting to finish, notes about Thursday night to document
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Saturday morning.strongestgirlJanuary 21 2006, 19:28:23 UTC
The clop clop clopping of Pippi riding up on old man can be heard outside. Shortly there after, Pippi enters the Clinic with a backpack on one shoulder and Mr. Neilson on the other.
Re: Saturday morning.strongestgirlJanuary 21 2006, 20:28:32 UTC
"Refreshed and rejuvenated thanks to the best Doctor I've ever had!" she answers not mentioning she'd only ever seen one other doctor who wasn't a witch-doctor.
"I come baring gifts!" She takes a round silver tin from her backpack.
Blair rushed into the clinic and screeched to a halt, looking around for someone. Sean dashed around his legs and Blair turned in a circle trying not to get caught in the leash.
Spying Dr. House, he waved. "Um, have you seen Angel? Or Belthazor? Or..." Blair trailed off. "Have you seen anyone today?"
Blair stepped back quickly at the harsh tone and tangled himself up in Sean's leash. Dancing around on one foot and turning in a circle he tried to talk.
"Man! Uh-okay. Nobody but Pippi. I was just checking and..hold still, Sean! Um, Is, like everything okay man?" Blair kept turning his head to look at Dr. House while he tried to untangle himself.
"I'm fine." He hissed, hands linked together on the desk. He actually felt bad for snapping at Blair. "My god damn leg hurts, if you must know. Why do you have Angel's dog?"
Saturday Afternoonsusan_death_January 23 2006, 01:14:50 UTC
At some point in the afternoon, a familiar white horse rides through the wall of the clinic waiting room with a girl in black on its back. As this is of course impossible, feel free to ignore it.
Susan sits up on Binky's back, trying to summon up the energy to swing her leg over his back in order to get down. You can't fall off Death's horse, or she quite happily would. She fuzzily thinks that might be a good metaphor for something.
After several aborted tries, she manages to get her leg over and slithers to the ground. Her knees immediately give out and she sits down with more suddenness than grace on the floor.
Binky nuzzles at her gently, with apparent concern. Susan completely fails to react, staring blankly at the floor, fingers twisting in the hem of her dress.
Re: Saturday AfternoongotcanewillpokeJanuary 23 2006, 01:33:17 UTC
He wheels his chair around the desk and stops mere inches from her. He puts a hand out to Binky. "Come on, boy. Er, girl?" He really didn't know. "You're going to have to get her to an exam room."
House looked down at Susan. "What happened., Susan? Come on. You have to get up. My leg isn't working today, and if I get on the floor I'm not going to be much good to you."
Re: Saturday Afternoonsusan_death_January 23 2006, 01:41:46 UTC
Susan blinks up at him vaguely. "I'm thirsty," she says, very quietly. "I forgot. Body needs taking care of. Feed it, water it, rest it. Forgot." She shakes her head and, by hanging onto Binky, struggles to her knees and then slowly to her feet. Walking towards the exam room, her steps are slow and dragging.
Re: Saturday AfternoongotcanewillpokeJanuary 23 2006, 01:45:30 UTC
He follows behind her, using his left leg to keep the rolling chair moving, his right foot resting on one of the spokes for the wheels. He stood up enough to reach the sink to wash his hands, then rolled the chair over to the bed, with a glass of water that he set on the table.
He snapped on a pair of gloves. "So, nothing happened? You just forgot to ake care of your body?" He eyed her suspiciously.
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"Hello? Greg? Are ya here?"
[[ooc: slow play is fine. :D
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"I come baring gifts!" She takes a round silver tin from her backpack.
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Spying Dr. House, he waved. "Um, have you seen Angel? Or Belthazor? Or..." Blair trailed off. "Have you seen anyone today?"
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"Man! Uh-okay. Nobody but Pippi. I was just checking and..hold still, Sean! Um, Is, like everything okay man?" Blair kept turning his head to look at Dr. House while he tried to untangle himself.
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Susan sits up on Binky's back, trying to summon up the energy to swing her leg over his back in order to get down. You can't fall off Death's horse, or she quite happily would. She fuzzily thinks that might be a good metaphor for something.
After several aborted tries, she manages to get her leg over and slithers to the ground. Her knees immediately give out and she sits down with more suddenness than grace on the floor.
Binky nuzzles at her gently, with apparent concern. Susan completely fails to react, staring blankly at the floor, fingers twisting in the hem of her dress.
[[OOC: Susan has had a rough week. Help?]]
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House looked down at Susan. "What happened., Susan? Come on. You have to get up. My leg isn't working today, and if I get on the floor I'm not going to be much good to you."
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He snapped on a pair of gloves. "So, nothing happened? You just forgot to ake care of your body?" He eyed her suspiciously.
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