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[cant-have-any.livejournal.com]

*is throwing up in the sink*

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[toomuchlikedad.livejournal.com]

*Stands in the doorway, looking concerned -- throwing up in the sink is never a good sign and she automatically goes down the list of what could be causing it. Was he out of vicodin? She hadn't noticed the stash getting low...*

[cant-have-any.livejournal.com]

*irritably, glancing at her in the mirror* Not really a spectator sport.

[toomuchlikedad.livejournal.com]

Trust me I'd much rather be watching crazy pageant moms.

*frowns*

Are you okay? You're not...are you out of vicodin? *translation: are you going through withdrawl*

[cant-have-any.livejournal.com]

*glares at her* No. *spits into the sink and runs the tap, splashing some of the water onto his face* Why? Gonna go out and try and score me an eight-ball to help take the edge off?

[toomuchlikedad.livejournal.com]

No. I was just concerned.

[cant-have-any.livejournal.com]

Noted. *braces himself against the sink, head lowered* You can leave now.

[toomuchlikedad.livejournal.com]

Do you need anything?

[possessingbadge.livejournal.com]

*Peers into the sink* Dude, what did you eat? That is a really funky color.

[cant-have-any.livejournal.com]

*spits and turns on the tap, lifting his head briefly to glare at her* Never buy a steak from a street vendor.

[ooc: *headdesk*]

[possessingbadge.livejournal.com]

*Snorts* You're serious? Thank god you aren't a doctor or anything. Oh. Oh. *Laughs teasing a little*

[cant-have-any.livejournal.com]

*dryly* I had a moment of weakness. *splashes some water onto his face and neck, bracing himself on the sides of the sink*

[possessingbadge.livejournal.com]

You gonna throw up again or do you think you're done?

[cant-have-any.livejournal.com]

Why? If I'm not you gonna sit on the toilet and watch? *doesn't moved from his hunched position, right leg raised slightly off the floor* Don't get me wrong, I never get tired of people kicking me while I'm down...

[x-twenty3.livejournal.com]

*hears the sounds of vomiting and follows it to the source. She doesn't react for a moment then* Would you like me to get you anything, sir?

[cant-have-any.livejournal.com]

No. *looks up to glare at her in the mirror* Want me to get you anything? Popcorn? A comfortable chair?

[x-twenty3.livejournal.com]

*doesn't react much past* You don't like people showing concern, do you?

[cant-have-any.livejournal.com]

It's not concern. *he turns on the faucet and has a quick sip of water, rinsing out his mouth* It's morbid curiosity.

*pointedly* I don't like people who pretend their motives are pure.

[x-twenty3.livejournal.com]

*smiles slightly* If it were morbid curiosity, I'd have just watched you vomit without saying a thing.

*rolls her eyes and says* I'm seventeen. In this case, what motives would I have other than taking a couple minutes out of my oh so busy day to get you some help?

[cant-have-any.livejournal.com]

*glares* It's selfish. You think that helping me - help I don't want or need by the way - will make you feel good about yourself.

[lieu-murphy.livejournal.com]

*frowns*

What's wrong?

[cant-have-any.livejournal.com]

Vomiting? *stands straighter to glare at her in the mirror, his face pale* I'm not a doctor or anything but it usually indicates something wrong with the stomach.

But I could be wrong. *he turns on the tap, mainly to get rid of the evidence. Blood in the vomit isn't a good sign*

[lieu-murphy.livejournal.com]

And I expected you being a doctor and all, you'd have a diagnosis already.

*steps over to him and puts her hand on his forehead* Hell, House, you're burning up.

[cant-have-any.livejournal.com]

*pushes her hand away, leaning over the sink* I'm fine. It's just a virus. You should probably get out of here before you catch it.

[lieu-murphy.livejournal.com]

I'll risk it. *grabs a near by washcloth and runs it under cold water before holding it against his forehead* Are you taking anything for this?

[cant-have-any.livejournal.com]

Will you just - *frustrated, he pushes her hand away again, taking the washcloth from her* - quit it. I'm fine. *moves to usher her out* Haven't you got some crime fighting to do? *he doesn't seem to notice that his nose has started bleeding*