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There were a lot of things that House missed about his old life, and especially his old job. And he never thought that one of those would be the clinic, but somehow this one was even worse. Or maybe the real problem was that he couldn't get out of it nearly as easily as he'd been able to with Cuddy. He'd always been good at avoiding working clinic duty on the weekends, but not so here, at least not today...

On the bright side, at least it wasn't a holiday here. Though he was tempted to wish everyone a happy Independence Day weekend anyway. Nyah nyah we beat you.

In any case, unable to entirely avoid clinic duty all together, today he sat in a chair in one of the examination rooms playing a game on his phone and hoping that maybe no one would come to him. He'd sent a woman with a UTI out ten minutes ago and given her incorrect directions for where to check out, in hopes that the nurses would think she was still in here.

But of course it wouldn't last. He heard the door open and looked up with a long-suffering expression on his face.

Date: 2016-07-03 09:47 pm (UTC)
quartermaster_q: (sunlight chatting)
From: [personal profile] quartermaster_q
Usually Q simply made a detour through medical when he had a problem, but as it became harder and harder to trust those he worked with, he found himself going elsewhere.

His ankle had never been quite right since his abduction in Paris, but lately it was worse than ever. Sore, stiff, sometimes a little swollen. It had been sprained early on in his abduction, but being forced to stand on it for hours a day until he'd been released had only made it worse. So much so that even now, over a year later, it ached often and was re-injured easily.

Even before he'd had to worry about backstabbers at work, he hadn't been keen to go to medical about it. It was never good to have ongoing injuries. It made you look weak. ...This week it was just too much though. It was clearly time to have it looked at again.

He'd arrived and signed in under the name Quinton Thomas, all the right ID on hand, and he was limping ever so slightly despite his best efforts not to, as he finally met with the doctor.

Date: 2016-07-03 10:14 pm (UTC)
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"I had a sprained ankle, over a year ago," Q replied politely, perching himself on the table without waiting for an invite.

"I did physical therapy after the injury, and I've not done anything too strenuous in the last..." He paused a beat, going over recent missions, then nodded to himself. "The last seventeen and a half days. However, when it was initially injured I was suffering other, far more severe injuries as well. I'm worried now something was overlooked."

Date: 2016-07-04 02:08 am (UTC)
quartermaster_q: (glasses spectre)
From: [personal profile] quartermaster_q
Q held the man's gaze for a moment, evaluating him.

He could lie, but doctors, good doctors at least, could spot a lie. Besides, doctor patient covered enough to keep him safe.

"That's confidential. Light physical activity was involved," he said simply.

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Date: 2016-07-04 02:20 am (UTC)
utterly_mysterious: (boy)
From: [personal profile] utterly_mysterious
Angelique had been careless with the newest pair of heels. They were too high, too spindly, and not at all safe for dashing through the city streets in an attempt to get out of the rain. A wet sidewalk, a crack in the pavement, and now Angelique's right ankle was swollen and bruised.

Getting medical treatment under his chosen name was an exercise in frustration, Angelique already knew from prior experience. All official documentation had been issued under the name gifted to him at birth, the one he'd abandoned, and his ankle hurt too much to spend the time he'd need to spend explaining why the male name on his identification didn't match the decidedly feminine appearance he'd present at the clinic. So, he presented himself without makeup, without a dress, and most definitely without heels.

The young man was dressed in loose jeans and a blue tanktop decorated with a pattern of little teal hearts. His right ankle was inexpertly wrapped up in an Ace bandage under canvas trainers when he limped in to the exam room.

Date: 2016-07-04 03:32 am (UTC)
utterly_mysterious: (boy)
From: [personal profile] utterly_mysterious
Angelique recognized him right away. It hadn't been that long ago that he'd spent the afternoon naked in the bath with him, and that wasn't something that one forgot easily. Yet there was still the slim possibility that Doctor Greg wouldn't recognize him. Angelique hoped fervently that was the case, because right now, hope was all that he had.

"I know," said Angelique dryly, in his lower, natural voice, and then hobbled carefully to the exam table. "That's why I'm here, doctor."

Date: 2016-07-04 04:35 am (UTC)
utterly_mysterious: (distrustful)
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Angelique wasn't sure what sort of doctor was more interested in Candy Crush than his patients. That rough grumble was completely at odds with the quiet, sure-handed gentleman he remembered from a few weeks previous. For a few hopeful seconds, he hoped Greg might not recognize him. Hoped... and was soon denied.

"Hello, Doctor House," he said quietly, sitting on the edge of the exam table and not meeting the doctor's eyes. If he didn't want to admit to knowing him, then Angelique could pretend. Might rather pretend, in fact.

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Date: 2016-07-04 04:17 pm (UTC)
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Akeem had fallen, like an idiot, as he climbed up the stairs from the shop to his flat. He'd caught himself on his hands, and one of them had suffered for it. His wrist had swollen up since, and he assumed it was a sprain, but didn't want to risk it. He'd closed up the shop exceptionally and made it to the hospital.

He'd been waiting for two hours when he was finally directed to a room to see a doctor. The pain in his wrist was a constant, dull throb that made the wolf restless, but he was doing his best to keep his temper in check. The polite greeting he had been about to utter as he walked into the exam room died on his lips when he saw who exactly the doctor was. He frowned. "Greg?"

Date: 2016-07-04 04:54 pm (UTC)
leloupnoir: (very fond)
From: [personal profile] leloupnoir
Akeem recovered first, and finished walking into the room, holding his injured arm in his other hand. "Yes. How did the NHS get their hands on you? I thought you were happy enough in New Jersey."

Date: 2016-07-04 06:10 pm (UTC)
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"Yes, I came back after..." Akeem trailed off frowning, then moved to sit on the table. It was a good thing the weather was mild enough that he hadn't had to wear a jacket over his shirt, whose sleeves were rolled up. "I thought about selling the shop, but I couldn't bring myself to."

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Date: 2016-07-04 08:31 pm (UTC)
codenamemilady: (murderous)
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Milady was an assassin and a spy, and had in her past been a thief. The work she did required her wits, charm, body, and heartlessness. She wasn't Catwoman. She also worked alone. There was no reason for her to rappel down the side of a building to steal files, while an incompetent brick stayed on the roof to man the ropes.

Milady could've gone to a DGSE-sanctioned doctor, but that would've involved Desrochers and the fool he'd assigned to partner her, and if she saw her handler just now, he was going to find her knife buried deep in his heart or his head all but removed from his body. She would wait, get medical treatment elsewhere, and come up with a plan for Five to remove him without it leading her darling husband to her in the process.

Unfortunately, that meant waiting in a hospital clinic to be seen by someone, and the wait had not been short. Condensation from the ice pack on her elbow was soaking into the sleeve of her silk and cashmere turtleneck by the time she was directed to an examination room, but the fact she was currently plotting at least three murders didn't show in the weary smile she turned on the doctor sitting there.

Date: 2016-07-06 05:08 am (UTC)
codenamemilady: (i have a secret)
From: [personal profile] codenamemilady
"I'm not sure I've ever been called 'mind numbingly boring,'" Milady retorted, eyes flashing as she took a seat on the table and crossed her legs. She wore trousers, but there was a sense of what the movement would've looked like in a short skirt.

I've had a bit of an accident... playing with rope. I suppose you'll want my top off?"

Date: 2016-07-08 01:57 am (UTC)
codenamemilady: (stoic)
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Milady set the ice pack to one side and carefully worked her arm out of the sleeve before pulling the top off completely. She didn't feel the need to show any shame baring herself for the doctor, and she met his eyes steadily.

Rope burns wrapped around her wrist and spiraled up her arm, above and below the elbow where a bump indicated a bone slipped out of place. She hadn't worn a scarf because she'd chosen a turtleneck for the job, so a much older scar was revealed, stark against the pale skin of her neck.

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Date: 2016-07-07 07:52 pm (UTC)
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Usually, when he suffered an injury, Hannibal was more than capable to patch himself up. He didn't often suffer these mild discomforts, but on occasion, someone fought back, and on even rarer occasions, someone managed to effectively hurt him.

It had beauty to it, life struggling to survive in those final moments before death. But life never won.

Today, life had also struggled. And it had bitten him, and scratched him, and stabbed him a couple of times between the shoulder blades with a letter opener. Nothing too deep, and he had been able to stop the bleeding with some quick bandaging, but quite annoying.

It was a wound he couldn't treat himself. Fortunately it was also a wound that could be attributed to a rabid patient. And that was his story when he came into the clinic.

"Dr. House," he said, pleasantly, as though nothing was the matter.

Date: 2016-07-08 12:16 pm (UTC)
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"Something like that," Hannibal replied, rather pleased with Dr. House's keen eye. Of course, he couldn't know that the attack had actually more to do with survival instincts than mummy issues. But Dr. House couldn't be blamed for that. "It's nothing to deep, but I wouldn't want it to scar. Would you mind helping me out of the jacket? I've been able to put it on, but the reverse is quite painful."

Date: 2016-07-08 09:18 pm (UTC)
anamusebouche: (Default)
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Hannibal did as requested and unbuttoned his shirt. A t-shirt would have been out of the question.

He smiled a little at the question. "You can't tell? He asked, remembering the game they had played a few weeks ago in a hotel lobby.

45 minutes, incidentally, was the answer.

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