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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Feb 26, 2009 17:33:47 GMT -7
"No problem," he replied snarkily in response to the tone in her voice. However, House nodded, sincerely thankful that Angel was willing to keep her peace. This was such an awkward topic to be discussing with a woman who had just been told she would likely never be able to have children. Further tests were required, of course, to confirm the diagnosis, though House wished that he had been wrong.
He'd have to give Wilson a heads up. The man's utter caring would probably be a balm to Angel's sorrow and anger. And probable jealousy and-- he paused, looking at Angel. She had a bit of a secretive smile around her lips, a faint blush rising around her cheeks which definitely led him to believe that she was thinking about Wilson.
"I could perform the laprascopy if you'd like," he suggested. It had nothing to do with wanting to see her shaved pussy again. Nothing to do with that at all.
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Post by Dr Angel Fraser on Feb 27, 2009 18:20:12 GMT -7
Roused out of her thoughts of Wilson, she looked up at House. "Well, you're not my gyno, but it's not like you haven't seen it before." Angel said, shrugging. "I really do appreciate it House. I know you'll keep this within the strictest confidence." She added, giving House a look. She was nervous about the idea of getting the laprascopy but she knew it had to be done to confirm or disprove his diagnosis.
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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Mar 24, 2009 20:59:01 GMT -7
House was already heading back to his desk, bored already. Sitting in his comfortable chair, he looked up at Angel and nodded. A token gesture to let her know that he heard her. He smirked at her expression. "Mum's the word," he said, "cross my heart, hope to die, stick a needle in my eye, bake my liver in a pie. I could go on, if you like?" His lips quirked, amused. After the moment they just had, House needed a little levity. His levity may not be Angel's levity, so he might be the only one getting any joy out of this.
"Just let me know when you want it done."
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Post by Dr Angel Fraser on Mar 26, 2009 18:09:38 GMT -7
Angel let out a laugh at House's comment. "You are one of the most maturest immature people I've ever met." She replied, still chuckling. Her mind was more at ease, the air around them not as serious anymore.
"I'd like to get it done as soon as possible." She stated. "Just get it done and over with." She added, nodding her head firmly. "So, what has been going on within the life of House lately?" She inquired, changing the subject. She moved to his desk, leaning against it.
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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Mar 29, 2009 11:01:31 GMT -7
House tipped his head in a short affirming nod. He could respect the need to know. He was a fan of the rip the band-aid off fast school of thought. It hurt, but it was over with. "How about after lunch?" He asked, pretending to look at his agenda. It wasn't as though he was busy with anything in particular. Aside from the words "Clinic Duty" drenched in red ink in Cuddy's hand on every day of the week on his agenda (which he blithely ignored, anyway), he was free as a bird. Well, as free as a bird with a bad leg and a cane could be.
"Not much has been going on in the life that is mine," House replied, "other than the fact you have agreed to be the godmother of my child in the pretty likely event that I get killed before the kid's 18th birthday. After all, I did get shot, once." House paused, then dramatically looked away, face drawn into a fit of pique, "Cuddy wouldn't let me keep the carpet upon which I nearly bled out."
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Post by Dr Angel Fraser on Mar 29, 2009 11:11:52 GMT -7
Angel blinked. "After lunch? Isn't that a little too soon?" She stammered, shocked at how quickly he could schedule it. She had asked that they get it over with as quickly as possible, but that was like ludicrous speed.
"You were shot?" She raised an intrigued eyebrow. That was something she hadn't heard. "Really? Cuddy wouldn't let you keep it? Could have been a cool addition to any room. Although the blood would eventually turn brown and I don't think that would look as nice." Angel chuckled. She had a morbid sense of humour, but most people didn't seem to mind. "Did they at least let you keep the bullet?"
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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Mar 29, 2009 13:16:16 GMT -7
House smirked at her surprised face. He was House after all. He had pull. And lots, and lots of blackmail material. Also, a distinct lack of interesting cases for him to sink his teeth into. Not literally, of course, because that would be icky. "Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot that you're crazy and actually have patients," House exaggerated his sarcasm for her benefit. Playing with a pen, he stuck his tongue in his cheek, trying to hold back his chuckle. "I'm kidding. It is surgery after all; you'll need time to prepare. I can book an OR sometime next week."
"I'm surprised you haven't heard it. Then again, the grapevine just isn't what it used to be since chatty Cathy went on maternity leave.
"But, yeah, crazy patient. Something about me killing his wife. Or maybe that was the hallucination talking. I did request to be put on Ketamine. Succeeded too, but then the pain came back. Still was a nice vacation." House wasn't one to dwell over-long on things personal to him. Other people's personal foibles he could dwell, linger, and malinger over all the live long day, but only if it was interesting.
He raised his eyebrow, he hadn't thought of that. A bullet might be an interesting keepsake. "Actually, I think the bullet is in a police evidence lock up somewhere. I never really thought of the bullet that almost killed me. The carpet, I wanted, because it would have been a constant reminder that I survived, that you can try to kill me, but miserable existence or not, this is all we get. And I survived. I'm not going to go quietly." House shook his head, drawing himself out of his reverie.
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Post by Dr Angel Fraser on Mar 29, 2009 13:33:46 GMT -7
"Alright," Angel said, letting out a sigh of relief. She hated when people made jokes like that. She was certain he was serious. Sitting herself down in front of House's desk, she folded her hands in her lap. "Considering you're my doctor, I suppose I should ask what all I should do to prepare for the surgery." She bit her lower lip, suddenly nervous. "Just, don't tell Wilson. I don't think he needs to worry over me going for this surgery. I'm sure I can take care of myself while I'm recovering."
She listened as he gave a brief synopsis of his shooting. That must have scared Cuddy when he was shot, given the feelings she had for him. "Yes House, I can see you being like a cockroach, surviving just about anything, including a nuclear blast." She said shaking her head. "Just don't go breaking into the police station to try and get the bullet."
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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Mar 29, 2009 17:52:53 GMT -7
Disgruntled, House made a face at Angel. "Yeah, sure. Wilson doesn't need to worry over you going in for surgery," he muttered darkly. Wilson didn't need to worry, but that didn't mean that he shouldn't. Didn't mean that Wilson wouldn't appreciate knowing. House figured he could tell Wilson just before the surgery so that Wilson could fuss over Angel. Suppressing the urge to cackle with sadistic glee, he shook his head at Angel's ridiculous view that she could take care of herself. Life after the surgery was going to be painful for her, she would definitely need Wilson around to take care of her and baby her and the like. Angel could definitely use that.
As for the former request, House spun in his chair and did a quick search on the internet. "I'm pretty sure you know the basics, seeing as how your internship and residency was not all that long ago," House muttered, as he clicked through some random pages. "The voice of experience is probably the best one to which to listen," he said looking for some sappy woman's blog or something. Finding something, he scanned over it quickly. It seemed pretty good. He printed it out and handed it to Angel. "Don't eat or drink for twelve hours before surgery. It's a minor surgery, and it's not very invasive at all, considering, but it'll still hurt like you've been kicked in the 'nads for the first few days."
At Angel's comment with regards to his ability to survive and her note of his being comparable to a cockroach only warmed the cockles of his heart. "You're giving me ideas, woman," he said, "I hadn't entertained the thought of breaking into the place of which most people are trying to break out. What a splendid idea."
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Post by Dr Angel Fraser on Mar 29, 2009 18:52:01 GMT -7
Angel glared at House's sarcasm. "Your sarcasm is neither wanted or needed." She grumbled, accepting the print out from him. "Kicked in the nads uh? I wouldn't know, although I'm sure you've had plenty of experience with that." She stated, reading over what she had just been given.
"Oh crap," She sighed when House mentioned how he never entertained the idea of stealing the bullet from the police. "Great, I'm going to get my best friend's baby's father arrested and thrown in jail." She groaned, sinking into the chair.
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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Apr 15, 2009 9:17:06 GMT -7
House smirked, "oh, don't take all the credit, credit hoarder. I can get myself thrown into jail without your stellar assistance, thank you very much." He leaned back in his chair and pasted on his 'plotting the schemes' face. He even tapped his fingers together like Mr. Burns on "the Simpsons," and nodded, "eeeexsch-ellent..." he intoned.
Shooting Angel a sly look, he clicked his tongue against his teeth, "besides, I've been arrested before. I pissed off a cop. Psshh, big deal. I got nothing on Wilson."
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Post by Dr Angel Fraser on Apr 15, 2009 18:37:14 GMT -7
Ignoring his Mr. Burns impression, Angel continued to read over the papers as House mentioned something about being perfectly capable of getting arrested. She did however look up when he mentioned Wilson.
"What about James and getting arrested?" She inquired, raising an eyebrow. "I hardly see him as the type that would get arrested..." She looked at House, curiosity getting the better of her. "You I can see getting arrested. What did you drag poor James into?"
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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Apr 15, 2009 21:22:00 GMT -7
"Au contraire," House snarked, crossing his arms and looking down his nose at her snootily, "I didn't do a thing. Wilson got himself into the slammer all by his lonesome. Something about getting divorced from his first wife, I didn't really pay attention to his drama. He was young, a little drunk, a little stupid. He got into a fight with the Billy Idol impersonator, broke a giant antique mirror." House chuckled, "he was carrying a package; he never opened it. It interested me. So when he got popped for destruction of property, I paid his bail. That was the start of our beautiful and completely messed up relationship."
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Post by Dr Angel Fraser on Apr 16, 2009 20:16:29 GMT -7
Angel stared at House, dumbfounded and in disbelief at his story about Wilson being carted off to prison. Her arms dropped to the side as she struggled to find words.
"I knew James had been married a few times, he told me that a while ago." She said, finally able to find her voice. "But Prison?" Shaking her head, she tried to push aside the shock of the revelation. Well, there was one thing she could ask him about in a round about way. "Well, that was a very interesting revelation, thank you Dr. House."
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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Apr 17, 2009 21:45:34 GMT -7
House snorted, "oh please, don't get your panties in a twist, girl friend. Wilson spent twenty minutes in lock up, big whoop. Wilson paid for the mirror, the charges were dropped. Like Wilson could ever do hard time. He's no one's bitch but mine."
He picked up his red ball of indeterminate origin and started tossing it up and catching it again. He watched Angel trying to move away from the shock of the information, his vivid blue eyes gleaming and missing nothing.
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