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[Private | Unhackable]
Logically it would always be the third box. If my brain's going to make me jump through hoops for this, might as well set them on fire first.
It's a classic interoceptive protective state. As my condition deteriorates I create this, for lack of a better term, wonderland. No one dies, I've built some of the securities of home into the fabric of the place - House, Cameron - and given myself a cast of characters to fill in the gaps between the fairytales come to life. I can't say it's been dull.
Now I'm waking up. My brain's trying to show me how. It explains everything. I don't need the money. I definitely don't need the souvenir. It's going to be the third box.
Why would I ask myself to go against everything... That girl yesterday, the drowning. That could have been my call. The guy burning without dying. I don't know them. They're not even real. So what, I can't kill a construct now? In order not to die I can't kill someone I've made up? That's absurd.
Six months. What if this is the one chance I get.
[End Private]
Take a copy and keep it somewhere in plain sight. You could be saving your doctor a lot of time.
...Has anyone else heard of the Milgram Experiment?
[Private to House | Unhackable]
So I'm thinking about holding it ransom.
[ooc: clicking the image leads to the larger version, replace 999 with a generic city hospital number. Imagine the second picture has less watermarks >> Yes, Chase pressed two buttons, but after treating all you wounded and dying types he can't bring himself to press a third.]