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misanthrope_md) wrote2011-10-10 03:39 pm
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Sunday Evening Clinic Hours
House had almost forgotten that he'd told Logan he could come to his clinic hours on Sunday. So when he arrived, it was with a book in hand as usual, entirely prepared to be bored out of his skull. If he was lucky he might get a runny nose or - excitement of excitements! - stitches.
He slid into a chair by one of the exam tables and kicked his feet up, twirling his cane in one hand.
He slid into a chair by one of the exam tables and kicked his feet up, twirling his cane in one hand.
no subject
In anything, he was going to say. He didn't do that shit. It wasn't him.
"Can you fix it, House?"