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House didn't like being emotionally invested in patients. That was one of the reasons he usually tried to avoid even meeting them if possible, back home. He cared about diagnoses, not results. Which was why having an AIDS patient with nothing interesting to diagnose, who did nothing besides laying around dying or not dying, along with the fact that House actually cared if he lived or died, was pretty much killing House's mojo.
Not to mention that every time Mark came in, he was giving House these looks, looks that plainly read: I can't believe I'm letting a heroin addict treat my best friend. So far, House had done a pretty good job of ignoring those looks. What Mark didn't seem to understand was that House was a better doctor at the moment. And he sure as hell wasn't even going to contemplate going off the stuff until Roger was out of the woods.
... and after that... he was working up to that part.
Truth be told, he'd been thinking a lot lately. About mortality, and the island, and disappearing, and life after death. The fact that he was pretty sure he'd come into contact with a ghost of some sort the other day wasn't helping. So much so, that in a fit of diagnostic frenzy (even if he wasn't clear on what he was diagnosing), he sat down during his Sunday clinic shift (after glancing at Roger's sleeping form) and began scrawling on a sheet of paper:
The Facts
Death at home --> Alive on the island
Alive at home --> Alive on the island
Alive on the island --> Alive at home (split timeline)
Dead on the island --> Dead on the island/????? Dead at home? Alive at home?
Disappear from island --> ???? Alive at home? Split timeline?
Okay, that was completely fucking useless. House crumpled up the sheet of paper and tossed it towards the wastebasket by the door. Unfortunately he was a little off and it hit the person walking in instead.
Not to mention that every time Mark came in, he was giving House these looks, looks that plainly read: I can't believe I'm letting a heroin addict treat my best friend. So far, House had done a pretty good job of ignoring those looks. What Mark didn't seem to understand was that House was a better doctor at the moment. And he sure as hell wasn't even going to contemplate going off the stuff until Roger was out of the woods.
... and after that... he was working up to that part.
Truth be told, he'd been thinking a lot lately. About mortality, and the island, and disappearing, and life after death. The fact that he was pretty sure he'd come into contact with a ghost of some sort the other day wasn't helping. So much so, that in a fit of diagnostic frenzy (even if he wasn't clear on what he was diagnosing), he sat down during his Sunday clinic shift (after glancing at Roger's sleeping form) and began scrawling on a sheet of paper:
The Facts
Death at home --> Alive on the island
Alive at home --> Alive on the island
Alive on the island --> Alive at home (split timeline)
Dead on the island --> Dead on the island/????? Dead at home? Alive at home?
Disappear from island --> ???? Alive at home? Split timeline?
Okay, that was completely fucking useless. House crumpled up the sheet of paper and tossed it towards the wastebasket by the door. Unfortunately he was a little off and it hit the person walking in instead.