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Day 26: Doctor's Office #2, Dr. House

Yeah, so maybe dosing Wilson with amphetamines hadn't been the wisest thing of House to do, but it had been pretty damn funny and proven his point, which was all he wanted to accomplish in the first place. His friend was as much of a loser and a two-faced liar as everyone else, but he preached as if he wasn't, which was what made him so irritating in the first place.

Not quite as irritating as the patients he was about to have to deal with, though. House sighed and scratched the underside of his stubbled chin, bum leg propped up on the desk as he tapped the floor with the other.

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It may have been only the second time he was dragged to see this unpleasant man, but Kadaj was already tired of it. He didn't see the point-- there was none, right?-- and besides which, the impression he got last time was that this "Dr. House" didn't want to be there anymore than he did, so really it was just stupid. Trust humans to think up a ridiculously complicated reason to waste his time like this.

Sighing, he followed his nurse to the doctor's office anyway and stepped inside without a fuss. Maybe he'd get out of here sooner if he pretended to cooperate? He wasn't particularly hopeful he'd be able to continue his conversation with Yazoo just yet, but if Elena was around and didn't have her bodyguards hovering around her, it was time he paid her a visit.

Giving both his doctor and his surroundings a thoroughly unimpressed look as he slid into his seat, Kadaj asked, "More threats and insults today, or should we skip straight to the silence? Whatever you think is best, Doctor House. I wouldn't dream of undermining your authority after all."

"I dunno, good question." House looked to the patient whose name he couldn't really remember, employing his usual sarcastic tone. "Threats and insults are always fun, but I've gotta admit, it's easier to play PacMan in silence."

... Pack Man? Kadaj tilted his head curiously at that, trying to think of just who this mysterious person was and what he could be packing before he gave up and asked, "What's a Pack Man? Or is it against the rules for you to tell me that?" He still didn't quite understand how this "therapy" thing worked, but from what he'd seen so far, it involved being bored and/or irritated. Great.

House paused, then appraised the kid with a raised brow.

"Are you putting on some kind of attention-whore act, or are you really that stupid?" He shook his head as if in disgust. "You kids with your Grand Theft Auto..."

"... Grand Theft Auto?" Kadaj repeated blankly, then scowled and glared at the doctor as if this ignorance was all his fault. "I'm not stupid or and attention-whore, you know. I've just never heard of those terms before. Is that a crime, Doctor?" It was probably some Earth thing, now that he thought of it. Too bad that realization didn't help him any.

"No, but wasting my time is." House answered, leaning forward to tug open his desk drawer and rummage through it. "Must've sucked, growing up and not knowing who PacMan was. Maybe that's why you ended up here."

A moment later, he procured a deck of cards and began shuffling them in his hands.

"If you'd rather I left, I'll be all too happy to do so. I'm not here because I want to be, you know." And still no answer on who this Pack person was. Some kind of celebrity? But then how would House "play" him? Kadaj's knowledge of video games consisted solely of those that could be found at the Gold Saucer, and since House hadn't said anything about motorcycles, mogs, submarines, and so on, he hadn't made the connection yet. Maybe the doctor was the real delusional one here. That made sense.

Snorting in disgust when House pulled out his cards, Kadaj rose from his seat and made as if to leave. "If that's really all you wanted to discuss, there should be no harm in me leaving, right?" he asked over his shoulder, uncertainty coloring his words even though he tried to sound confident. If he was sedated as soon as he stepped outside, he was blaming it on House.

"I won't stop you." House replied easily, leaning back in his chair as he continued to shuffle. "It's not like I get paid on commission, here."

He paused, then continued.

"Well, I guess that's arguable, but the point stands: I don't care."

Kadaj visibly brightened at that and gave a single short nod. Maybe Doctor House wasn't so bad? ... Yeah, right.

"Then thank you for your apathy, Doctor," he said, waving at him lazily as he walked to the door. "I'll remember it in the future." Just what he meant by that was open to interpretation, but the eagerness with which he then opened the door and stepped outside made it clear that even if House had a change of heart and decided he gave a damn, he wasn't going to answer any questions about it. Oh well.

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Jean had been covered with soap when a nurse had appeared, calling her name--or rather, the name she was supposed to have here. She wouldn't be getting used to "Dana" anytime soon. Either way, she'd gotten whisked away from the showers as soon as she'd rinsed off, hurried into her clothes (she did not need help dressing), and hustled off here.

What was this, anyway? The nurse had said, "therapy," but Jean didn't think there was anything wrong with her. But maybe it was how this place worked.

After the nurse left, she let herself in. It looked like an ordinary study, though the doctor didn't seem...very doctor-like, what with his leg on the desk like that.

"Good morning," she said cautiously. "They call me 'Dana Spencer'."

"And they call me 'He Who Is Godly,' but let's not get into details." House replied without much mercy, seeming more interested in drinking his coffee and reading his medical journal than in his patient.

The doctor's sarcasm surprised her--even if he seemed less professional than Jean had expected, she hadn't thought it would run down to his attitude. He really didn't seem like he cared about her presence, for the most part. She couldn't be sure, but had he even looked at her when she came in?

It certainly couldn't hurt if she came in, then. She'd been waiting for an invitation, previously, but this man didn't look like he was going to issue one anytime soon. Closing the door behind her, Jean stepped further into the office and took her seat in front of the desk.

"If it will not take up any of your time, I would like to know why I am here in this institution," she said. Her words were polite, but there was a slight note of irritation beginning to creep into her voice.

"You're here because..." House glanced away from his medical journal to pick up a sheet of paper and squint at it for a moment. "...well, it says something else here, but I know it's because you're a nutjob. Or at least pretending to be."

The doctor dropped the paper again and looked back to his previous reading material.

"You see, real psychos actually interest me."

Well, if the doctor didn't think she was "psycho," as he'd put it...well, Hitsugaya-taicho was right. Nothing was really wrong with them, Landel's was some sort of strange prison.

Though in that case, what was this man doing here, if he wouldn't participate in putting up the facade? Jean had to wonder at that. But perhaps he wouldn't mind if she saw what sort of reasons they'd made up in bringing her here.

"May I see that for a moment?" she asked. Again, the doctor might not care, but at least it'd be better to ask first in case he became agitated. That is, if his apathy at all penetrable.

"Nope," House replied, grabbing for the file and swinging his arm down to stuff it in a filing drawer. "Full of secret doctor stuff, like when you got your last flu shots and whether or not you wet the bed as a kid."

He set down the medical journal as he reached for the inside pocket of his jacket, procured his bottle of vicodin pills, uncapped it, and took a couple before he put it away again. He gave his patient a mocking wink.

"I won't tell if you don't."

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