[In Progress, Closed]

[sh_hereisgone]

WHO: Daisya Barry (sh_hereisgone ) and Greg House (causticguy )
WHAT: Daisya's a little worried about House, who's randomly slamming his hand in doors, and is bringing him a distraction.
WHERE: House's place
WHEN: Sometime in the night (late)

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[causticguy]

It took House a minute to answer the door-he'd been in the kitchen when the knock sounded looking at the powdered poppy pods that he'd ground up over the past day. It would be so easy-just some hot water and a strainer, and it would be…very nearly opium. Only a little weaker than outright smoking it. And it would feel so good. So good. And all the pain would be gone

[sh_hereisgone]

Daisya peered up at him from beneath his hood, frowning slightly. The man looked horrible, and Daisya was no stranger to illness and injury. He also had a familiar look about him... the look of someone craving something and unable to get it. He'd seen many Finders fall to such addictions at times... it was an easy way to escape the pain and horror of their daily lives.

"You must be House," he said, his voice quiet. "I'm Daisya. I brought this for you."

He held up the satchel and smiled faintly. Inside it was an herbal mixture, a tea that he drank when he'd been injured in battle. It was a combination of muscle relaxant and pain killer, though he had no idea how well it would work on someone with an addiction... assuming that was, in fact, the problem.

[causticguy]

House took a step back, letting the door open further so that Daisya could step inside (which, given his current condition, was virtually tantamount to his rolling out the red carpet).

"What's in it?" he managed, his voice coming out a little constricted and rough. He didn't wait for an answer before limping back towards the kitchen, apparently expecting Daisya to follow him. He flexed his sore hand-the left-as he went, deliberately trying to aggravate the hurt, but it did little. If he wanted relief that way, he realized, he was going to have to slam it in something again.

[sh_hereisgone]

Daisya smiled faintly and followed, closing the door behind him. He could understand the man's attitude, given the pain he was obviously in. That limp looked bad.

"It's a mixture I used at home," he said, stopping in the doorway of the kitchen and offering the satchel. "It's a muscle relaxant and a pain killer. Not addictive, otherwise I wouldn't have used it... but it works real damn well."

[causticguy]

"I meant what kinds of nuts and berries exactly," House breathed testily as he limped over to the kitchen table and sank into a chair, rubbing his thigh. Not that he really thought it mattered, "Doubt it'll do much. Pain's bad.

"There's already wood in the stove," he said, gesturing towards the large iron appliance that stood on the far side of the room. There was a kettle sitting atop it, and catty-corner was a deep, slightly stained porcelain sink.

He didn't outright say that he expected Daisya to light the fire and brew the tea he had brought, but the expectation was pretty unmistakable.