Meeting the spitfire
Who: House and Deb Morgan
What: Partners and Complementary Snark!
Where: Town Square.
Never assume that House is a caring human being...he's only been at this whole care-for-others crap for less than a year and he's rather failing at it. He'd much rather be trying to figure out a way to bring down Wilson's fever with whatever is at hand when he felt the pull on his leg. "Not now, you sadist," he growled to the ceiling and he knew it was a conscious entity doing it because it was tugging at his bad leg, leaving him no choice but to limp out of the boarding house. Just like everyone else, Wilson was dragged out of bed and he was looking on the delirious side of the flu, meaning his fever was hitting the 102-3 mark.
"All right, let's get this over with because I have plans to break into a couple of stores and hope to whoever's controlling this place left behind some pot and Dextromethorphan."
What: Partners and Complementary Snark!
Where: Town Square.
Never assume that House is a caring human being...he's only been at this whole care-for-others crap for less than a year and he's rather failing at it. He'd much rather be trying to figure out a way to bring down Wilson's fever with whatever is at hand when he felt the pull on his leg. "Not now, you sadist," he growled to the ceiling and he knew it was a conscious entity doing it because it was tugging at his bad leg, leaving him no choice but to limp out of the boarding house. Just like everyone else, Wilson was dragged out of bed and he was looking on the delirious side of the flu, meaning his fever was hitting the 102-3 mark.
"All right, let's get this over with because I have plans to break into a couple of stores and hope to whoever's controlling this place left behind some pot and Dextromethorphan."