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[log] fuck [closed]

Characters: Alfie Solomons, Emily Kaldwin, Gregory House, John Watson, Royce Melborn, Tifa Lockhart
Location: building 120 and building 101
Date: evening of 190 to morning of 192
Summary: when you see "House" and "Royce" in the same log you know it's gonna be a party
Warnings: ear removal

Catch-all for EVERYTHING - death, murder, torture, yelling, etc. Top-level and tag as you see fit.

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That is an incredibly non-specific symptom. How much sleep have you been getting?

I sleep okay. Mister Alfie doesn't feel well, so we stop a lot, and he sleeps, and I sleep with him because I'm tired.

But not tired like before, like I'm sleepy. Just tired.

I thought... maybe it would be better if I slept for a long time because bad things happen all the time here. But Mister Alfie seemed upset when I told him, and Royce said they would be sad if I slept forever.

[Oh. That kind of sleep. Jesus Christ, this place.]

You're depressed. You need therapy and medication. I can give you one. You'll have to ask your surrogate parents for the rest.

Okay. [Though none of that means a lick to her exactly. She doesn't think she's ever been depressed, and therefore doesn't know what it means. (She has been, though, when he mother passed, when she was alone at the Golden Cat surrounded by people, when she was the only child at the Hound Pits, when she was locked in Havelock's room.)

Therapy is strangely not something afforded even to empresses.] Will the medicine make me not want to sleep forever?

Depends if this is regular depression or MN-induced depression. One's more actually treatable than the other. And the medicine will regulate you and let you deal with them. The urges don't go away.

[One might get the impression he's speaking from personal experience.]

[Quietly, she thinks about this for a while, still fiddling gently with the baggy.]

I think I would like some medicine, but...

Having medicine sounds bad. What if people think I have something strange and they'll catch it? What if... people don't want to talk to me anymore because they think I'm sick?

They already know you're sick. And you're a little kid. They'll just want you getting help. No one cares if you take medicine.

Okay. [She's trusting you as a doctor, House!] Will you help me get some medicine?

[He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose.]

Fine. I'll put in a script if you go away. You need to talk to whoever, though, kid. The meds aren't enough.

I'll talk to Miss Tifa. [She won't, BUT, listen... She'll draw a lot instead. That's theraputic enough, right?] I wouldn't stay in the kitchen. Mister Alfie always checks on everything.

There's a room at the very top if you want. There's two other rooms, too.

[And with that said, she'll go without much fuss for once.]

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