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[limping_twerpmd]

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

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[blondewombat]

Chase blinks, eyes wide. What now? Patients are being treated as fast as possible and Zelda's relatively happy-- he hasn't done anything.

Following House, he closes the door to his office behind them. "No one's died," he says. "So what do you want?"

[limping_twerpmd]

House sinks into his chair, hissing at the pain. Yeah, any kind of moving just makes it worse. "Have to keep it from everyone. Especially Zelda and Foreman."

[blondewombat]

"Oh, well, thank goodness that always bodes well." Chase watches him for a moment, softening. "What is it?"

[limping_twerpmd]

"Do a contrast CT of my leg." He grimaces, closing his eyes as his jaw and neck tense.