Doctor or Vet? [In Progress; Closed]
WHO: Yu Kanda and Gregory House
WHAT: Kanda visits the doctor, but this time not for his own sake.
WHERE: House's place
WHEN: Dead of night; the day the blood curse increased and everyone started acting like cats.
( It was unnerving; he didn't remember his body feeling so light beneath his skin. )
WHAT: Kanda visits the doctor, but this time not for his own sake.
WHERE: House's place
WHEN: Dead of night; the day the blood curse increased and everyone started acting like cats.
( It was unnerving; he didn't remember his body feeling so light beneath his skin. )
The patient, in this case? Rivelata. The whole damn city. The whole damn world. And it wasn't that House hadn't been prepared for some backlash. He knew that he would be labeled a traitor for turning in Schuldig and Farfarello. The benefits of that choice, however, were worth more than his standing in the local popularity polls.
What he hadn't been prepared for? This damn cat plague. And watching the people he cared about-all one of them-pawing and nuzzling journal pages and getting sicker and sicker by the hour, while he sat around under this inescapably necessary gag order knowing that nothing he could say would make any difference now because no one was going to listen to him.
Oh he had theories, all right. Theories and a single damn blood sample, snipped out of his journal: not human, probably feline; not obviously infectious, at least not so far as he could tell using an antique microscope and barely half a dozen reagents. What he didn't have was a patient. Made actually treating the patient a little difficult.
What he did have for the first time since he'd arrived in this never-never land was the company of someone actually worth bouncing ideas off of. Not a doctor granted, but someone clever and analytical enough that House certainly wasn't about to complain. Be abrasive, sarcastic, and nasty, maybe. But not complain.
As it happened, though, a knock on his door now was occasion for a far different reaction both from him and his confederate than it would have been just five days previous. There was no stalling, now. No snide evasiveness. What there was instead was a quick peeking through the slats of closed shutters, a meeting of eyes, silent gesturing and nodding of heads.
Kanda was not the person whom House wanted to see right now, but he knew better than to think that this visit was a social call, and public death threats or not, it was a fair bet that murderers didn't knock first. Still, as he unlocked the bolt and put his hand on the doorknob, he knew that everything they said and did was being watched and that it was absolutely imperative to more lives than just Kanda's own that he not catch wind of that fact.
House opened the door a little more than a crack, bracing it with his shoulder, enough to stick his head out and frown deeply at the young man standing on his doorstep. "House's house of backstabbing and betrayal," he sneered at him. "State your complaint. Unless it's more feminine problems in which case, I'm not interested."
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