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*wrapping her knee, ~~"borrowed"~~ drugs beside her*

~~Ow. Ow ow ow ow ow.~~

Bree, what happened to you?

*shoves the drugs into the pocket of her hoodie*

Nothing. Just clumsy.

I tripped over another stick during the game.

*or you know, got checked like nobody's business but whatever. she'll be fine. she's not risking this.*

*will deal with the drugs later*

You better have a clinic trip planned.

For this? It's not necessary.

I've done it before. You wrap it. Ice it. Take an inflammatory and you're fine by morning.

*which is true...if she's telling the truth*

Do I really have to point out what you're trying to hide, which means you're not fine?

I'm fine. *has the same tone in her voice that House often does, the one that says this topic is closed -- especially since Murphy's not a doctor and can't prove a damn thing.*

*is the woman that dragged House out a bar, she can handle a smaller version*

Which I will believe when a doctor says you are.

I live with a doctor. A doctor with leg problems. I know when I'm fine or not.

My coach has also taught us to identify common injuries.

I'm good.

You dad's problem is with his thigh, which is different from the knee.

Since you insist that you're fine, you'll have no problem going to the clinic to make sure. Or at least have your dad look at it.

I'll have Dad look at it when he gets home.

See? Compromise works. And you better be serious about that, because if you're not I will sick him on you.

Okay.

*Yeah right*

*narrows eyes*

Don't make me get everyone I know at that hospital checking up on you, because I will do it.

I said okay!

And I know how to speak teenager. Okay doesn't always mean yes.

It does if I say it does.

Now there's a solid argument. Look, kid, I'm concerned, okay? Knee injuries can go bad quick if you don't get them looked at.

I know that. I promise you it's fine.

Really.

*feels AWFUL lying to Murphy. But the season's end was coming and...well...she couldn't miss the finals*

*as she should considering everything going on*

You get your dad to look at it and I'll stop nagging. That's the way I am, kid.

I'll have him look at it. Promise.

Good.

*nods*

You alright otherwise?

Peachy.

Yeah well, I feel like crap. So, at least one of us is okay.

You interrupt Leno too?

What? Is that code for something?

No. Sorry.

Dad and I last night. We had a bit of a tiff.

Ah. That explains somethings. Sorry, kid.

All good.

Not really.

Oh?

Things are never all good when you fight with your dad.

We're fine.

Okay.

We are...

I know, you and your dad... well you're nothing like me and my dad.

No. But it still sucked.

That happens.

I guess.

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