forget your troubles, come on, get happy
Who: House and YOU
What: Arriving at the castle
When: Today!
Where: The clinic first and later wandering the castle. In your tag, let me know where we're at!
Notes: Actionspam welcome if you prefer
It was the noise that alerted him first. It was suddenly too quiet for the clinic. No crying children just outside the door, no complaining patients, no nagging Cuddy or her equally loud and very low-cut blouse.
The smell was next. There was still the smell of antiseptic, of disinfectant, of new plastic. But it was different. It wasn't the same smell he had fallen asleep to. When he cracked one eye open, he was almost unsurprised to see that he did not recognize the room he was in. It was a clinic room, certainly. Just not his clinic room.
He noticed the journal immediately after. It rested beside him on the bed, opened to a page with his name. Picking it up, he browsed through it. His eyebrows crept closer and closer to his hairline as he did.
Magical castle. Notebooks with an impossible amount of pages for their width. Kidnapped. Wishing. Magic.
He must be in a coma.
"Figures my leg would still hurt."
What: Arriving at the castle
When: Today!
Where: The clinic first and later wandering the castle. In your tag, let me know where we're at!
Notes: Actionspam welcome if you prefer
It was the noise that alerted him first. It was suddenly too quiet for the clinic. No crying children just outside the door, no complaining patients, no nagging Cuddy or her equally loud and very low-cut blouse.
The smell was next. There was still the smell of antiseptic, of disinfectant, of new plastic. But it was different. It wasn't the same smell he had fallen asleep to. When he cracked one eye open, he was almost unsurprised to see that he did not recognize the room he was in. It was a clinic room, certainly. Just not his clinic room.
He noticed the journal immediately after. It rested beside him on the bed, opened to a page with his name. Picking it up, he browsed through it. His eyebrows crept closer and closer to his hairline as he did.
Magical castle. Notebooks with an impossible amount of pages for their width. Kidnapped. Wishing. Magic.
He must be in a coma.
"Figures my leg would still hurt."