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[provincialbelle]

Belle had been figuratively worn after the first visit to the doctor. McCoy had hardly taken a look at her before dismissing it as something he didn't do (and given that his voice still sounded hoarse from that terrible incident, Belle had merely tugged at Jacob's sleeve to get him to draw away before they bothered him more). Still, two things came

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[misanthrope_md]

Dying to help was definitely not the way that House would describe it - more like dying for a real case. The helping was kind of a side effect, most of the time. But he couldn't help but be a little appreciative to McCoy.

"I'll take your case," he said. Then to the other guy, "Who are you? The boyfriend?"

[quileutejacob]

"Yeah. I'm Jacob, Jacob Black," Jacob said, extending a hand for the doctor to shake if he wanted. He vaguely recognized him just from being on the island as long as he had but he hadn't ever really talked to him before.

"Do you think you can figure out what's wrong?"

[provincialbelle]

Belle glanced up at Jacob and then back to the doctor, unsure she wanted to know if something was wrong. She'd been healthy all of her life and now she couldn't place what the problem was. It was, honestly, sort of terrifying to her. "Any help would really be appreciated."

[misanthrope_md]

"Of course I can figure out what's wrong," House said. Though whether that translated in being able to do anything about it was a completely different story.

"Tell me what you think your symptoms are," he said. He still didn't think that there was much point in talking to patients. Everyone lied. But unfortunately here where the battery of tests he could run was limited and he didn't have minions to take histories for him, it was a necessary evil.