[Ever since waking up, collecting his things, and stepping into the stairwell in the hospital, pushed by the force that always pervades revival areas, House has been absolutely paralyzed. Should he go up? Should he stay? Should he contact someone? Should he...? Anything, really. It's like his will has been stripped out of him completely, leaving someone who is absolutely craving direction. He has none. He has too many. There are too many choices, and he can't make a decision. Finally, when the locks click to lockdown, there's one decision that he can make for the simple sake of actually surviving for the immediate future.
House wants to make it private to just one person, but he has no idea who to choose. In the end, he sends out an open message on the network. There's a video showing an elevator and stairwell area that anyone who's been through the hospital will recognize. House is careful of his phrasing. This is an incredibly damaging loss... whatever the hell it is.]
someone tell me where to go from here tomorrow
House wants to make it private to just one person, but he has no idea who to choose. In the end, he sends out an open message on the network. There's a video showing an elevator and stairwell area that anyone who's been through the hospital will recognize. House is careful of his phrasing. This is an incredibly damaging loss... whatever the hell it is.]
someone tell me where to go from here tomorrow
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