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Who:
housegenius (House) and
akumahunter (Allen) aaaannnd...anyone else who wants to join, I suppose? x3 (OPEN-ISH)
When: After House's last journal entry
Where: House on the way to the cafateria
Rating: PG/PG-13-ish
Summary: House is detoxing terribly so and wishes for some Vicodan. He runs into Allen on his way to the cafeteria for food.
Warnings: House's sarcasm. Beware his wit; it's about as sharp as swords or knives. xD Oh, and mild language here and there.
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Dammit, he was hungry. REALLY hungry. And he was in pain. Oh, God, dammit, he was in real pain. His leg hurt worse than it did before. So did his head. But all he'd been doing was unfortunately resting and occasionally limping around his room. He walked out of his room, mostly to gather his senses and see if he really was in an asylum. It wasn't like any he's seen, that he was sure of. The rooms would've been locked and doctors or nurses would've come to hand out the happy pills that they're so fond of. Shouldn't he at least get THAT much?
House brought a hand to the back of his head. It was tender. Well, at least I'm not bleeding from every orifice on my skull now. Then he closed his eyes, ignoring the perspiration gathering on his brow, his face, his neck... Just about everywhere and it didn't exactly make everything comfortable for him. Nor was his leg. Where were the pills? Weren't there supposed to be pills in this place? And what about that...scientist guy? Where's all that botanical remedies he promised? Last time I trust a mad scientist. Then again, I never told him where I was.
He opened his eyes, rolling his head lazily to the side before slowly pulling himself up to his feet, avoiding using his right leg as much as possible. He looked to the door before he pursed his lips in a thin line and slowly limped towards it. That kid--he could only assume it was a kid; he certainly talked like one on that forum thing--told him it was down the...down the hall. Down the hall from the elevator...
House pushed the door open, slowing his progress down. His leg began to throb, and he finally stopped, right outside his door, outside the doorway and in the hall. Across the hall, he raised his eyes to the door number. A letter was besides the assigned room number. A-floor. So, all he had to do was make it down this hall, from the elevator. Then the cafateria. Food. Coffee. Pills?
He closed his eyes tight again, wiping at the sweat on his brow, leaning on the doorjamb heavily. He wanted his cane. At least it'd be easier for him to get from here to the cateria. House took one last deep breath, pushed himself slowly off of the doorjamb and wobbled slightly before moving slowly down hall, one hand pressed lightly against his right leg as he limped down the hall.
housegenius (House) and
akumahunter (Allen) aaaannnd...anyone else who wants to join, I suppose? x3 (OPEN-ISH)
When: After House's last journal entry
Where: House on the way to the cafateria
Rating: PG/PG-13-ish
Summary: House is detoxing terribly so and wishes for some Vicodan. He runs into Allen on his way to the cafeteria for food.
Warnings: House's sarcasm. Beware his wit; it's about as sharp as swords or knives. xD Oh, and mild language here and there.
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Dammit, he was hungry. REALLY hungry. And he was in pain. Oh, God, dammit, he was in real pain. His leg hurt worse than it did before. So did his head. But all he'd been doing was unfortunately resting and occasionally limping around his room. He walked out of his room, mostly to gather his senses and see if he really was in an asylum. It wasn't like any he's seen, that he was sure of. The rooms would've been locked and doctors or nurses would've come to hand out the happy pills that they're so fond of. Shouldn't he at least get THAT much?
House brought a hand to the back of his head. It was tender. Well, at least I'm not bleeding from every orifice on my skull now. Then he closed his eyes, ignoring the perspiration gathering on his brow, his face, his neck... Just about everywhere and it didn't exactly make everything comfortable for him. Nor was his leg. Where were the pills? Weren't there supposed to be pills in this place? And what about that...scientist guy? Where's all that botanical remedies he promised? Last time I trust a mad scientist. Then again, I never told him where I was.
He opened his eyes, rolling his head lazily to the side before slowly pulling himself up to his feet, avoiding using his right leg as much as possible. He looked to the door before he pursed his lips in a thin line and slowly limped towards it. That kid--he could only assume it was a kid; he certainly talked like one on that forum thing--told him it was down the...down the hall. Down the hall from the elevator...
House pushed the door open, slowing his progress down. His leg began to throb, and he finally stopped, right outside his door, outside the doorway and in the hall. Across the hall, he raised his eyes to the door number. A letter was besides the assigned room number. A-floor. So, all he had to do was make it down this hall, from the elevator. Then the cafateria. Food. Coffee. Pills?
He closed his eyes tight again, wiping at the sweat on his brow, leaning on the doorjamb heavily. He wanted his cane. At least it'd be easier for him to get from here to the cateria. House took one last deep breath, pushed himself slowly off of the doorjamb and wobbled slightly before moving slowly down hall, one hand pressed lightly against his right leg as he limped down the hall.