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2020-01-01 12:00 am

mailbox




mailbox

Leave all mail for House here.

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2019-01-01 12:00 am

phone


phone

Leave all phone calls for House here.

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2013-02-09 11:40 pm
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give me evenings and weekends, evenings and weekends

There had been a cookie on Chase's lunch tray. About four seconds ago.

Currently, a third of it is already shoved into Gregory House's mouth, and being chewed thoughtfully from the seat he's taken on the other side of the bench with his own spicy chicken sandwich and large soda. Chase had gotten up for only a moment to leave his food unattended.

House saw it as a learning moment.

Now he waits for Chase to return to that seat in the hospital cafeteria, House still wearing (reluctantly) his scrubs, face protector pulled up into his greying hair. As much as he would eschew the uniform look when he was working a job he could mostly do from an office chair, he has little intention of soiling all of his small selection of screen-printed shirts. He's been building up an array of them from scratch in Darrow. It hasn't been easy.

And it hasn't all been fun.
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2013-01-30 08:46 pm

but if you try sometime, you just mind find

He still isn't sure what to think - but on this, House is pretty sure that it's okay to withhold his decision.

It wasn't long at all before he was pointed to the hospital. It was even less long that he couldn't keep himself from wondering. He looked for a department of diagnostics. He found one. This surprised him.

It's run by Dr. Robert Chase, and consists of exactly Dr. Robert Chase, and this surprises him even more.

Almost as much as it does to find what seems to be his office, his chair, his whiteboard, his decoration ... neatly transplanted into the unfamiliar surroundings of Darrow General.

So he does what seems like the only thing that he can do.

He sits his ass in his chair, props his feet up on his desk, and takes his rubber-band ball in hand, rolling it back and forth from one palm to the other, sometimes tapping it against the tip of his chin, or his nose, in consternation, in thought, maybe in conclusion and acceptance at times.

He sits until Dr. Robert Chase, Head of Diagnostics shows up.

House doesn't think he's going to be disappointed. Whatever else, he won't be that.