I hate sick people
Characters: house_1_god_0 and OPEN!
Setting/Location: The clinic of the Caravan
Date & Time: Day 18, probably night
Warnings: House being a jerk?
Summary: Somewhere deep inside his heart, perhaps it grew three sizes that day.
...Or he's sick of hearing people bitch about being sick. Either or. House remembers he's a doctor and actually treats people. Sort of. Mostly insults them.
The clinic itself was only stocked with the necessities, like bandages and other basic needs. It was all on a very "home remedy" level, which meant nothing actually useful like sterile equipment or antibiotics. But it wasn't like House had expected his new job of Disneyland's Only Doctor to be easy, either. Nothing was ever easy.
But that was why he had been working his ass off every time they stopped at a village or otherwise. Pain remedies came first (as if House wasn't a complete selfish asshole), but after that, he was on a search for herbs and other things he could use as remedies. Thank God that at least the foliage was the same here. Or else they would all be screwed, as far as treatment came.
None of his collections of useful things and drugs were in the clinic, however. Oh, no, those were special and kept hidden away in one of the storage closets on the first floor of the Caravan, along with his piano and other things that he didn't want to share. There was no lock on the door, visibly, but he had managed to mess with the door's lock so that it just seemed jammed, and only a safety pin he'd had in his pocket upon arrival managed to open it. It wasn't surprising at all, considering it was House.
But in a rare feeling of philanthropy (or more like trying to shut people up), he had brought Aladdin's cave of drugs to the clinic, along with a stringed instrument that he had borrowed without the intention of returning from the mermaids. Call it the fee for suddenly being a fish.
He plucked away on the odd sounding instrument, trying to tune it to be more like a guitar as he waited for his inevitable "patients" to arrive.
This was going to be a long night.
Setting/Location: The clinic of the Caravan
Date & Time: Day 18, probably night
Warnings: House being a jerk?
Summary: Somewhere deep inside his heart, perhaps it grew three sizes that day.
...Or he's sick of hearing people bitch about being sick. Either or. House remembers he's a doctor and actually treats people. Sort of. Mostly insults them.
The clinic itself was only stocked with the necessities, like bandages and other basic needs. It was all on a very "home remedy" level, which meant nothing actually useful like sterile equipment or antibiotics. But it wasn't like House had expected his new job of Disneyland's Only Doctor to be easy, either. Nothing was ever easy.
But that was why he had been working his ass off every time they stopped at a village or otherwise. Pain remedies came first (as if House wasn't a complete selfish asshole), but after that, he was on a search for herbs and other things he could use as remedies. Thank God that at least the foliage was the same here. Or else they would all be screwed, as far as treatment came.
None of his collections of useful things and drugs were in the clinic, however. Oh, no, those were special and kept hidden away in one of the storage closets on the first floor of the Caravan, along with his piano and other things that he didn't want to share. There was no lock on the door, visibly, but he had managed to mess with the door's lock so that it just seemed jammed, and only a safety pin he'd had in his pocket upon arrival managed to open it. It wasn't surprising at all, considering it was House.
But in a rare feeling of philanthropy (or more like trying to shut people up), he had brought Aladdin's cave of drugs to the clinic, along with a stringed instrument that he had borrowed without the intention of returning from the mermaids. Call it the fee for suddenly being a fish.
He plucked away on the odd sounding instrument, trying to tune it to be more like a guitar as he waited for his inevitable "patients" to arrive.
This was going to be a long night.