forget your troubles, come on, get happy

[stateofatrophy]

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

Comments

maybe I should start. ...nah

[stateofatrophy]

House passively watches the chaos his little poke provoked. From what he sees, he's unimpressed. He would have hoped his brain would come up with more interesting characters to interact with in his delirium. Like Brooke Hogan.

The scar over the kid's left eye is curious, though. The design is too perfect to be accidental. Has a piercing in his left ear. So scar may be the result of some idiotic need to exert his identity. Kid must have high thresholds for pain. Or was drugged out of his mind when he had it done. Then again, those morons tends to be in your face, especially after getting knocked down. This one is not. They also tend to have a lot more stupid things done to themselves and like for all to see. In a sweatshirt and gloves even in this comfortable temperature, that doesn't apply here. The left hand also shows some strange bumps under the cotton material covering it that the right does not. It's particularly obvious when fisted like it was when he grabbed the drawers. Likely further scarring and this one is extensive enough he doesn't want others to see. His bangs are also long enough to help hide behind. So the first scar was not done to himself. Probably assault. Many groups liked to carve up outsiders as a warning. What kind of streets did you live in?

He's drawn his conclusions by the time he brings his cane down.

"Huh?" he repeats.

He shifts to the edge of the bed, carefully letting his right leg hang to the floor. The left follows much quicker.

Re: maybe I should start. ...nah

[save_the_souls]

Meanwhile Allen doesn't make as many observations about this guy. Only that it seems like someone he hadn't seen in the clinic before, and with the cane...well, he couldn't have been from the expedition recovering there.

Maybe Paradisa got itself a new doctor or a crotch-y old man.

He starts pulling himself up from his little tumble, looking back at the man, now getting what he was saying. Prescription drug selling was still something that he would see on the streets sometimes. "I'm not out to steal drugs... I'm just gathering some supplies."

[stateofatrophy]

"I know you're not stealing drugs. Because that's not where they're kept. You planning on mummifying someone?" He'd barely peered inside Allen's bag and quickly registered the contents. Balancing the cane in his lap, he draws the bottle of Vicodin from his pocket and uncaps it.

[save_the_souls]

Ugh, this guy thought he was a kid, didn't he? He scrunched his nose a little.

"No. I recently had to use some of my first aid supplies, so I need to restock. I won't take everything and the clinic will probably restock before it's needed."

[stateofatrophy]

When you look like one and you sound like one, sometimes even act like one...

"Student?" He swallows the pills without water and slides the bottle back in his pocket. "You know if you're going to be in here, you need to be in scrubs. Protocol and all that."

The hypocrisy of that statement, particularly when he swear this is something his mind is making up is something he doesn't consider.

[save_the_souls]

"No," he corrected him, then adding with a brief pause. "Any teachers I had left a long time ago."

And he's noticing the hypocrisy. "I'm sorry, but are you a doctor or a patient?"

[stateofatrophy]

Not a medical student then. No med student will say they stopped being one just because they have no teachers around. The field is too prestigious and too much of a pain in the ass. If he were more advanced in his studies, he'd have simply owned up to it.

"I'm a cripple. What do you think?"

[save_the_souls]

Cripple was a word he hated hearing, his hand clenches a little out of reflex. Too many times he's been called that, never in the context of something else.

"Your aliment is in your leg. That wouldn't stop you from being a doctor."

[stateofatrophy]

Ooh. Someone's touchy. House notes the reaction and estimates the age of the scars. Kid hides one, but not the other. Means he's had enough time to be somewhat accepting. So pubescence or childhood for time of origin. When he hears the response, the smallest smile quirks his lips up.

"You're not as stupid as you look. But it actually could. You don't know if the cause of my limp isn't in my brain."

[save_the_souls]

Why did everyone think he looked stupid? Or was that just a saying? He'd ask Arthur, but he might exaggerate some.

"It's not. If it were, you'd be convinced it was in your leg and doctors don't know what they are talking about when they say there is nothing wrong with your leg."

[stateofatrophy]

"Ever heard of a stroke? It's a fairly common brain problem and even the most hardheaded of patients know it's the brain."

He'll give Allen points for the 'doctors don't know what they are talking about' comment in regards to his leg. He lived that.

[save_the_souls]

He shakes his head. "No, I haven't." His expression and tone was that of honesty. Strokes had yet to be classified in his time, much less did people live long enough for them to be a frequent worry.

[stateofatrophy]

And he just lost those points.

"Right. You need to watch more TV." He stands up and uses his cane to slide one of the drawers open. "Don't forget the tubular bandages. Never know when someone's leg might swell up and need emergency compression."

He limps to the door. "You can also use one under your glove and actually hide that left hand!"

[save_the_souls]

He hears the last part and tenses even more. Just who did this guy think he was?

"And make it useless? No thank you."

Not that compression would actually work on Innocence, but he wasn't about to agree to having one hand again.

[stateofatrophy]

That proves most of his guesses right. Glad to see even in a coma he hasn't lost his touch. "It would only be useless if you used one size too small. And if your arm was swollen. But if it was swollen, you'd have bigger problems than a little tightness from a bandage you can just take off."

[save_the_souls]

His arms cross. It was still a sore spot for him, and he didn't know this person.

"I hardly realised it was that obvious."