Who: House and Claire What: Claire does everything short of kill herself; House makes sure it stays that way. Where: Abandoned building outside the market district. When: Noon.
Claire was already sitting in the center of the room when House rolled inside.
Like they'd said. It was a date!
Claire was probably the only person who could approach a sentence of multiple deaths for an afternoon with a sense of fun and excitement and a bright grin on her face.
"I see you came well-equipped," she said, pointing at bag with a smile. "And there's a tub in here, too, with running water if we want to try the whole... Constantine-style exorcism because I'd like to know what happens when I drown."
Thinking about this for a second, she added, "unless you know of a better way to do that."
Also, time to get some manners. "How's life been treating you on the island so far? I haven't seen you around too much."
"Not so much the social butterfly type," returned House. "You might have noticed that."
He pulled up his chair in front of her and folded his hands in his lap, meeting her cheery demeanor with his own. Well, all right, so his wasn't exactly cheery, but it was at least congenial. For now.
"Drowning in a bathtub. Very Jim Morrison of you. I'd figured you for more of a Twiggy girl, but hey. We can do that. Your deaths, you get to call the shots. But," here he reached out and took her wrist, checking her pulse as though it were as common a thing as shaking hands, "I'm thinking that I might be more helpful if I knew a few things first. Like whether you've tried the whole attempted suicide thing before, and exactly what techniques you used."
It was a pretty impressive list, House had to admit. But then he hadn't really expected this to be mundane. Still, he blinked and regarded her with raised eyebrows, allowing her to see his unspoken reaction.
"O-kay." In the catalog of notable things, there were a few that were noteworthy in particular: the autopsy claim was at the very top of that list, and since he was here out of pragmatism, why not jump right in. This wasn't supposed to be an occasion for a counseling session, after all.
"When you woke up on the autopsy table, were you missing any organs? Have you ever lost a body part?" Because healing from injuries, even extreme injuries, was one thing. But regenerating whole organs was quite another.
The other thing that struck House immediately was that, New Age treatment manuals and Feng Shui aside, on a cellular level healing was a systemic process. Blood didn't clot because something in the brain had decided that it was time for blood to clot now. So why did a brain injury make the healing stop? What part of the brain
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Like they'd said. It was a date!
Claire was probably the only person who could approach a sentence of multiple deaths for an afternoon with a sense of fun and excitement and a bright grin on her face.
"I see you came well-equipped," she said, pointing at bag with a smile. "And there's a tub in here, too, with running water if we want to try the whole... Constantine-style exorcism because I'd like to know what happens when I drown."
Thinking about this for a second, she added, "unless you know of a better way to do that."
Also, time to get some manners. "How's life been treating you on the island so far? I haven't seen you around too much."
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He pulled up his chair in front of her and folded his hands in his lap, meeting her cheery demeanor with his own. Well, all right, so his wasn't exactly cheery, but it was at least congenial. For now.
"Drowning in a bathtub. Very Jim Morrison of you. I'd figured you for more of a Twiggy girl, but hey. We can do that. Your deaths, you get to call the shots. But," here he reached out and took her wrist, checking her pulse as though it were as common a thing as shaking hands, "I'm thinking that I might be more helpful if I knew a few things first. Like whether you've tried the whole attempted suicide thing before, and exactly what techniques you used."
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"O-kay." In the catalog of notable things, there were a few that were noteworthy in particular: the autopsy claim was at the very top of that list, and since he was here out of pragmatism, why not jump right in. This wasn't supposed to be an occasion for a counseling session, after all.
"When you woke up on the autopsy table, were you missing any organs? Have you ever lost a body part?" Because healing from injuries, even extreme injuries, was one thing. But regenerating whole organs was quite another.
The other thing that struck House immediately was that, New Age treatment manuals and Feng Shui aside, on a cellular level healing was a systemic process. Blood didn't clot because something in the brain had decided that it was time for blood to clot now. So why did a brain injury make the healing stop? What part of the brain ( ... )
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