I'll keep you updated if there's anything that comes up like that. I reckon there's at least one more place we'll need to get into that's backwards. The industrial area still has that one sealed building. And I think there are still a couple of sealed doors around in the residential area, aren't there?
[If Tony or Claire were still here, maybe Clint, too, they'd be the ones getting an earful from Stephen after House just put him through the wringer. The sad fact is, though, Stephen doesn't have a lot of people here he'd consider friends, and those he does are either dead or estranged due to pesky things like murder sprees.
At least Dr. Watson knows what it's like to live with an addict.]
Well, I'm having fun. Are you having fun, Doctor Watson? Because let me tell you, running halfway across town -- twice -- for an asshole who you knew was an asshole, and getting exactly the level of gratitude you expected, that's -- that's a really good time. I am thrilled with the series of life choices that led me to this moment in time. When I get home I think I'll start a rehab clinic so I can do this twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, for the rest of my life, I'm just having that much fun.
[John's had a rough few days after nearly getting mugged by yet another person he went to help, but he sets that aside for now. Stephen might be pissed off, but John's alone right now in the Split Tunnels, and he'd rather have a voice to talk to than be alone in his own head. There are voices there that he shouldn't be talking to.]
Are you helping House with a rehab program? That's hellish, mate.
[It is in there, but it's in a concealed pouch behind the lining this time. Sherlock leaves John to look, he's confident his stash won't be found, so he'll just go and get some sleep.]
[John goes through Sherlock's pack when he doesn't immediately find the stash. It's not there, though, so he returns to the case and carefully removes the violin so that he can feel along the inside. It only takes a couple of minutes to find the pouch of pills and empty them out. They go into John's own pocket.
A part of him thinks, just for a moment, of taking one to help him sleep, but that won't do for the morning. Sherlock might pickpocket him back if he's too deep asleep. He won't bother his friend again until the morning when they head out.]
[The really irritating thing is that the same is true for House, but now House gets to conveniently forget the self awareness he'd exhibited when he chose Stephen for this task.]
talking to peter has cabin fever try to keep him from running out don#t know how long hell listen to me csn you get to him dont know if i kcan reach hi today
I'm sure between you there's a sizable representation of doctors. Though if we are all this "weird" perhaps that is the commonality here.
Anyway, I'm sure he can figure it out as he goes. We complicate things wonderfully and terribly but really, consuming, expelling, and struggling to do the right thing is the essence of living. Anything else is making more of humans than we are.
yes i think so im trying to distract him hes hallucinating but he believes me i will stay on the line with him thank you will you let me know if you can move him? i told him id come
[She doesn't understand. She wants to tell him that she doesn't understand why he said that -- but she thinks maybe he is worried about her being with someone because Sherlock kept telling her how good it was that she was not with someone.]
He knows we're running low on narcotics, and he's a doctor. I'm not too surprised, honestly. But you can only help him as much as he's willing to let you. Just remember it's not actually your responsibility.
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