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[misanthrope_md]

Unusually, House was in the lab section of the clinic today. He'd found Greg Sanders' small supply of the new eggplant-based alkaloid painkiller, along with the notes from his "experiment" a couple of days ago

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[real_buzzkill]

Wilson put the book back on the shelf--cardiology today, nothing really useful--when a noise distracted him and that weird sense he got sometimes kicked in.

House was here somewhere. He poked his head in a few doors and when he didn't see anything, he thought maybe his gut was lying to him. One last try. The lab was the last place ought to be. And of course, there he was, with a needle and a tourniquet.

"You, ah, want help?" he asked.

[misanthrope_md]

"Nope," said House, pushing down the plunger in the syringe. "I'm very good at this."

[real_buzzkill]

"Yeah, okay," he said, somewhat resigned. "So what did you just shoot up? And what's bugging you, other than the leg."

No need to mince words.

[misanthrope_md]

"New drug," said House. "Alkaloid. Egglplant. I probably smell like a Greek restaurant inside now."

[captainjack]

Jack was actually looking for Sanders, hoping to talk about this fantastic drug that had helped.

Clearly it was still helping.

He didn't even blink as the needle came out and Jack stuck a hand in his pocket.

"Worse than normal day?"

[misanthrope_md]

"Something like that," said House. He closed his eyes as he shoved the plunger in. "Want some? Greg's notes say it's quite a high if you're, you know, not me."

[captainjack]

"Save it for yourself," he replied, coming closer and grabbing a gauze pad for the puncture, offering it to House. "Unless there is enough to share."

[misanthrope_md]

"Thanks," said House, and then sighed a little. "Not in general, no. Judging from Greg's notes... there won't be enough for me to take it regularly."

[sortofaman]

The Doctor, after class, was not anticipating finding House in the clinic with a needle up his arm, but then again, he wasn't overly surprised either. He was about to say something before he remembered that he had been warned more than once over, so he decided to forgo the cotton gauze he'd wanted.

[misanthrope_md]

House looked up and caught the Doctor's expression. "I'm able to clear a room now, am I?" He pushed in the plunger on the syringe and then closed his eyes briefly before pulling off the tourniquet.

[sortofaman]

"Between the fact that I get the impression you'll kneecap me, and the fact that people don't usually want other people watching them shoot up? Probably." The Doctor pushed his glasses back up his nose.

[misanthrope_md]

"It's not shooting up if it's medicinal," House said petulantly.

[on_the_case]

From the outside, the clinic had appeared empty, and if Nancy's grin appeared a bit devious, well, that's because it was.

Slinking in quietly, the young detective peered about curiously, more than a little surprised to find a man with a tourniquet and a needle. Frowning, she folded her arms over her chest and quirked a brow.

"Do you really think you should be doing that all on your own?" she asked. "You'll put an eye out if you point it the wrong way," she added wryly.

[misanthrope_md]

"Don't worry," said House, "I'm a professional." He pushed the plunger in and then snapped off the tourniquet.

[on_the_case]

"Clearly. It's obvious you're quite an expert with a needle," Nancy replied, watching and tilting her head. "How rude of me," she added, offering her hand. "I'm Nancy Drew, and you're a doctor, I hope. Wouldn't do the island well were there random drug addicts wandering the clinic at their leisure."

[misanthrope_md]

"Nancy Drew," House repeated, then looked highly amused. "Of course you are. And yes, I'm a doctor. And quite good at keeping the addicts at bay, I guard this stuff jealously."