A clinic of sorts

[arubikscomplex]

There is a white board sitting in the lobby with the following message on it:

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[statethenature]

It's very strange and perhaps a little refreshing to share space with so many doctors. He wanders cheerily into the room, giving House a very bright and very pleasant, "Hello!"

[arubikscomplex]

House raises his eyebrows a little at the -- cheerfulness. "Hi. Do you have a strange and potentially incurable disease?"

[statethenature]

"Oh, no, I just thought I'd come and greet a fellow doctor." His voice is a little sing-songy and he ends his sentence with a soft laugh.

[arubikscomplex]

Oh god, more of them? This place was getting to be a veritable hospital. "You're a doctor too? What's your specialty?"

[yourboy_roger]

Roger thinks he's going to die of boredom. Honestly. He's wandering through the lobby, smoking, as usual, and raises an eyebrow at the whiteboard.

"Oh, that's just fucking sad." Of course, he's not referring to the topic as sad, but the advertising.

[arubikscomplex]

"What's sadder is that I'm reduced to this sort of thing." House sets his cane down and gets out his gameboy. "Smoking kills," he adds, deadpan.

[yourboy_roger]

He raises an eyebrow and blows out a smoke ring.

"So does everything else in the world that feels good."

[arubikscomplex]

"Too damn true." Which reminds him he hasn't had his Vicodin in a while and so pops a pill into his mouth, swallowing it dry.

[aces_are_rare]

When Ace read the sign she laughed softly. Interesting cases, huh? She had nothing better to do with the next little while. It wasn't like a human doctor could do anything for her, but it could be fun to see what the bloke had to say.

"You the doctor?" she asked the man playing with the cane.

[arubikscomplex]

"No, I'm just sitting by this sign because I wanted to feel important." He reversed the direction of his cane, then switched hands nimbly.

[aces_are_rare]

"Sad, that. It takes sitting next to a sign to improve your self worth?"

[arubikscomplex]

House nodded, looking sad and pitiful, "Mine is a sad existence."

[amutantangel]

Warren sees the flyer before the doctor as he walks in from outside, a bit tired from being out all morning. He pauses for a moment when he sees the note at the bottom, then laughs before looking around for House. "Haven't seen you for a while, how've you been?"

[arubikscomplex]

"Nothing whatsoever, bored out of my skull. What about you?" Warren was one of the few people, outside of Wilson, that House felt any sort of camaraderie with (Jamie didn't count, really, that was more of a babysitting job than anything). They were both freaks, had both been poked and prodded by entirely too many doctors. Warren knew where he was coming from, understood his bitterness to some extent. It was sort of a nice feeling.

[amutantangel]

"About the same. I didn't think there was anything that would make me miss home, but at least there was more to do there than sitting around a hotel." Warren likes House for pretty much the same reasons. House gets it. Plus he is always willing to smack Warren upside the head when he needs it.

[arubikscomplex]

"Augh, I'm bored to the point of actually missing clinic duty. How pathetic is that?" House is always happy to smack people when he feels they need it.

[drcaresalot]

And Cameron will walk by, glance at the sign, and then doubletake.

"House. That's my room number."

[arubikscomplex]

House put on his best doctorly face, "And you work for me. It's only fair that you do your share of clinic hours."

[drcaresalot]

"I'd be happy to. But not in my room."

[arubikscomplex]

"Well it's a big hotel, how else am I supposed to find you?"