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It's been all House can do to keep Foreman from knowing how bad his leg's gotten, just overnight. He pretends to sleep through when Foreman leaves for work, then takes his car instead of his bike in. By noon, he's taken nearly as many Vicodin as he does in a usual day, and he can't chalk it up to the weather or sleeping wrong anymore. He collars Chase as he's headed into the conference room. "You. My office." Given how sharp his tone is, Chase is probably going to think he's in trouble, but House can't seem to care.
[Note to me: Forward-dated to 2/23.]
[Note to me: Forward-dated to 2/23.]