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Post by Lady Norrington on Jun 23, 2008 17:29:58 GMT -5
"His whole damned upper body is burned! Can't you see that!?"
Megan was fighting the urge to hit him with her ring hand.
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Post by Dr. House on Jun 23, 2008 17:40:04 GMT -5
*House blinked.* "Seriously? I thought that was just what he looked like. Didn't want to be insensitive, you know."
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Post by Erik on Jun 23, 2008 17:42:49 GMT -5
Erik was now ignoring House completely.
"I'm going to kill him," he announced to Megan. "If you'd rather not be present, you should leave. It won't be very graceful, in Erik's current state."
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Post by Dr. House on Jun 24, 2008 17:02:21 GMT -5
"Shut up," *House said, rolling his eyes.* "If I die, you'll have to go to one of those idiots downtown who'll just bleed you and tell you that this is all 'cause your shen's unbalanced."
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Post by Erik on Jun 24, 2008 17:18:39 GMT -5
Erik's mouth clicked shut. The bastard was probably right. He glared at House for good measure.
"Get. On. With it," he growled. "Or Erik really will kill you."
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Post by Dr. House on Jun 25, 2008 17:49:01 GMT -5
*Ignoring his last comment, House went to work. He cleaned the burn, spread an anti-bacterial salve and dressed it with clean bandages.*
"If it starts dripping, hop over to the infirmary and I'll have one of the nurses tell you that you're dying," *he said plainly as he cleaned up.*
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Post by Erik on Jun 25, 2008 18:02:34 GMT -5
Erik now felt like a mummy, which did not leave him any more satisfied.
"Erik will not be hopping anywhere," he growled, somewhat muffled by the bandages everywhere. "And he'll see that the managers replace you at the earliest opportunity."
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Post by Dr. House on Jun 25, 2008 18:20:50 GMT -5
*House laughed uncontrollably.* "Fire me and let the whole freakin' town die to STDs. Yeah, okay. Oh, by the way: you'll be getting my bill soon. Hopefully you can afford 40,000 francs. Or do you want to pay that in payments. Wouldn't want you to lose your bitchin' pad."
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Post by Erik on Jun 25, 2008 18:25:42 GMT -5
Erik caught about one word in three. The man was clearly mad.
"Don't worry about the bill," he grumbled. If it was too high, he'd just kill him. "Leave it on the managers' desk."
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Post by Dr. House on Jun 25, 2008 18:47:00 GMT -5
((Hahaha! Oh, I love this. )) "If you hadn't noticed, I'm a cripple. Walking up or down flights of stairs are slightly problematic so I'll just mail it here. Stamps cost like three cents anyways. I'm pretty sure it won't hurt my annual gross income."
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Post by Erik on Jun 25, 2008 21:17:13 GMT -5
"Fine. These rich imbeciles I've never met can take care of it. Megan! Why is this gimp still here?"
Erik very much felt like passing out, but he would not give the doctor the satisfaction.
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