I would like to do a "House, MD" soap, but I need someone
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Thread Topic: I would like to do a "House, MD" soap, but I need someone
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.3. Do you just wanna start? No one really HAS to be the patient. They can be explained through regular characters.
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Idk, if you wanna start, sure. .3.
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Oh okay I'll start. xD One moment.
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Doctor Gregory House dragged his leg with him as he grumpily limped into the clinic. He first went to his office un jopes of taking his daily fix of Vicodin, but when he realized that there was only one, his spirits were brought down even more. He would talk to Cuddy later. His next stop was the team. He hobbled to their usual discussion room, grabbing their new case file from it's cubby
"So, my little rascals, how did our mornings go?" -
*with hopes
*its -
I sit on the side of the table, half asleep. I needed coffee. Or a beer. One or the other. I honestly didn't care, either one would make me feel better right about now. Although, given the fact I'm with other doctors, i would probably have to go with the coffee. I wouldn't want them knowing about my hangovers.
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House took a glance, staring right at Chad. He slightly smirked. "Chad, how're you? Ya look like you just got thrown out of bed by your deranged mother?" House pulled a chair over in front of the doctors, plopping down and proceeding to open the case file.
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mother.
omfg typos today -
I snap back to reality and look up at house. "Huh? Oh, uh... Yeah, these papers are a drag, man... Kept me up till four in the morning filling them out and stuff..." I laugh a bit. Deranged mother, ha. House was always a funny guy, even if he didn't realize it. Although at times i guess he could be kinda pushy.
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House gave a snarky laugh. "Okay, Chad, okaaay." House pushed Doctor Foreman and Doctor Thirteen aside, dragging a love seat over to his chair so he had a place to rest his legs. He returned to his seat, putting his legs up.
(now before he reads the case file, I'm gonna tell you, I'm stealing the first patient's case off of season 1, episode 2. The disorder is subacute sclerosing panencephalitis. There is a measles virus hidden in his eyes, and he has night terrors, dangerous sleepwalking, seizures, personality change, stuff like that, you'll see. -
I sigh. i could so go for a hotpocket right now.. Im so hungry... A pepperoni hotpocket, to be exact... Oh the cheese and the pepperoni, and... Mm, it would taste so good right now.
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xD A HOT POCKET.
House began reading off the symptoms. "Night terrors, tremors, any ideas, team?" He emphasized the team with a bitter sound. -
I sigh and look up. "Maybe he's just insane. And we all know he have no cure for reatrdedness yet." After thinking about that hotpocket i got so hungry... And now I'm kinda grump because I'm hungry.
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House shook his head. "No, no, but good try." Foreman furrowed his eyebrows. "Night terrors? How old is he?" house glanced at the file. "Sixteen." Now the other doctors went from thoughtful to perplexed. Thirteen raised her hand, and said, "Did he suffer any trauma?" House shrugged. "Daddy's been getting too touchy-feely, huh?"
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I almost throw up. "Seriously, rape? God, people are disgusting. Id recommend just a therapist. Unless he had some kinda, i dont know, trauma virus, but thats stupid. That doesnt exist." I sigh. Oh hotpocket, where are thou?
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