He stops, turns around, and squints at her for a moment.
"Damn."
It's somewhere between surprise, realization, and-- interest?
Hell, this is House, what do you expect?
The doctor leans over the counter, fishes around, and fills a bottle, tossing it back to her without looking up.
"Here you go. Triazolam. That should do you for a week. Now," and here he spins around and sits on the pharmacy counter, laying his cane across his knees and leaning forward, "when you say you don't sleep without pharmaceutical aid, is that an exaggeration?" Looking at the girl, he doesn't think so.
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He stops, turns around, and squints at her for a moment.
"Damn."
It's somewhere between surprise, realization, and-- interest?
Hell, this is House, what do you expect?
The doctor leans over the counter, fishes around, and fills a bottle, tossing it back to her without looking up.
"Here you go. Triazolam. That should do you for a week. Now," and here he spins around and sits on the pharmacy counter, laying his cane across his knees and leaning forward, "when you say you don't sleep without pharmaceutical aid, is that an exaggeration?" Looking at the girl, he doesn't think so.