House was at the desk today. Why? Because he could. He had a big drink from the local convenience store, and his laptop was currently looking at images that innocent youth probably should not see.
Cameron had gotten a call asking her to come down and man the clinic for the day.
So there she was, sitting at the front desk when she wasn't checking on patients. It was amazing to her that House had already gotten behind on his charting. She knew that she shouldn't enable him, but she also couldn't let the charting go undone.
House was looking really worn down now. The staff were useless to bounce diagnoses off of, the idiot in exam room one was no fun at all, and... he was rather afraid he'd have to call in Cameron. That was not a prospect he enjoyed at all.
House had gotten no positive results on his tests for Beauty. This was baffling, to say the least. He was starting to wonder if she'd gotten some ridiculous super-bacteria from the moon or something.
House wasn't at the front desk today. Beauty had worsened overnight. It wasn't Chakas Disease. Now she was in a coma, which left little extra clue as to what was going on. He'd have to run more tests.
[ooc: Beauty's condition NFB. Open for your medical business.]