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Jul. 25th, 2022 05:34 pmThere had been a number of shitty times in House's life. When he'd thought things sucked beyond repair. But this definitely took the cake. What could he say? The world had gone to shit. Opioids were in short supply. And his leg fucking hurt.
If there was anything good about the current state of things, it was that there was always need for a doctor. Though the down side of that was that the cases were usually easy. Boring. Broken legs, malnutrition, bacterial infections.
He'd left London in the first place because treating a billionaire with a knife in his eye had at least made for an interesting few days. And now that they'd come back... maybe part of him had hoped they'd find a city here again. Nope.
He'd taken up woodworking. It was something to do with his hands. He sat a lot these days. Even though he'd carved a pretty bitchin cane. It was leaning against the chair he was sitting in now, as he carved a crowned crane out of a piece of birch with a pocket knife.
If there was anything good about the current state of things, it was that there was always need for a doctor. Though the down side of that was that the cases were usually easy. Boring. Broken legs, malnutrition, bacterial infections.
He'd left London in the first place because treating a billionaire with a knife in his eye had at least made for an interesting few days. And now that they'd come back... maybe part of him had hoped they'd find a city here again. Nope.
He'd taken up woodworking. It was something to do with his hands. He sat a lot these days. Even though he'd carved a pretty bitchin cane. It was leaning against the chair he was sitting in now, as he carved a crowned crane out of a piece of birch with a pocket knife.
