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[house_onthehill]

Who: Dean and House
Where: Common Room
When: Day 35
What: Fixin' a Winchester.

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[possemagnet]

Dean was fifteen minutes late for his own meeting for his own hand, but he was dealing with himself in the best way he knew how and without his usual coping mechanisms that bubbling anger that seethed at him was twenty times worse.

When he actually managed to get into the common room his could-be broken hand wasn't even being nursed but hanging misshapen and bruised at his side.

"Hey," was all he could offer to him as he stood awkwardly in the door frame and after a moment just chose to lean against it to save face.

[house_onthehill]

House was a perceptive son of a bitch and he was scanning Dean head to toe from the moment he heard him speak. His eyes darted about the hand, arching an eyebrow when he spotted the severely swollen tissue. The doctor could bet good money that whatever Winchester did to his hand, at least 5 of the bones were broken. By default, he was going to extract the fluid and pus build-up one way or the other.

"That actually doesn't look as bad as I thought," House commented, staring down and locating which were the damaged bones.

[possemagnet]

"What, You can tell without havin' to poke and prod like most doctors do?" Dean stepped into the room and made his way across a few feet from house to lean against one of the corner hutches there.