Early, Early Sunday Morning

Dec 11, 2005 08:30

He's in the clinic before 7am, because he can't sleep ( Read more... )

angela chase, gregory house

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chasingangela December 11 2005, 16:48:03 UTC
After having spent the last 48 hours in bed -- alternately feverishly asleep or wishing she could sleep again -- Angela drags herself down to the clinic wearign sweatpants and her coziest sweater.

"Hi. I have a bad cold. Is there *wheeze, cough, cough* anything you can do?"

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gotcanewillpoke December 11 2005, 16:51:47 UTC
He'd just taken the top drawer off the track, so that he could dump its contents in the trash can, when she came in. He looked up, and a sympathetic look flashed over his features before he shook it off.

"No. Clinic's closed. Go away." He rammed the drawer back into its slot, and fished a clip board out of the trash. "Fill this out and meet me in Exam 1."

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chasingangela December 11 2005, 16:56:18 UTC
"Okay," Angela says meekly. Hazily, she feels as though she might have walked in on something she probably shouldn't have interrupted. Her train of thought is interrupted by another coughing spell, and she decides she doesn't care.

She takes the proffered clipboard and fills out the form, then heads to the exam room.

[OOC: She just has a bad cold, but she's kind of stressed out lately, so it's making her pretty sick.]

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Exam 1: NFB gotcanewillpoke December 11 2005, 17:15:33 UTC
House is a few minutes behind her, after heading off to the drug lock up to get what he expects she'll need. He stood there for a moment looking at Vicodin stock. Vicodin, his old friend. Vicodin which would take away...no numb, it would numb his mind.

He sets the cough medicine on the counter, and takes the clip board, looking over it before he takes her temperature and blood pressure. he checks her throat for swollen glands.

"You know you're not getting out of finals." he says, after a minute. He sets his stethescope onher back. "Deep breath."

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