Part 8: On the proper use of Laxatives.

Chapter 8: On the proper use of Laxatives.


"I'll go tell him. If he goes I can get in and take his prescription book."




"I'm bit busy. Did he have an appointment."
"No, what does she has is scandalous boobs, and she wants you to take a look."
"Is she so good?"
"Believe me, any description would be too small.
Well, but if you are busy I'll tell her to go see another doctor..."

"eeeeh.... no, its not necessary, I'll do it..
What I was busy with, wasn't that important."
"I'm jealous of what you will be busy with..."
"What are you saying? I'm a professional."
"OK Man! enjoy your profession!"
"Anyway... As I don't trust you, I will lock up the prescription book in the drawer...locked away.
See you later."


Wilson knows what House is planning, unfortunately, Wilson does not know that House has picked a trick or two from Eric "The Big Mandingo" Foreman.[]/i]





[i]There it goes.







Ayup, not so different from the previous time. I would've liked the vicodin pill-popping minigame more, though.




"forging Wilson's signature won't be a problem. I've done it before.
Now my dope. My leg begins to annoy me."





"Lets see...
Yeah, seems to be correct. Here you have the vicodins."
"Come with daddy."
"Just a moment, don't take them."
"What's going on now?"
"It's strange to me that they give you so many prescriptions, while Cuddy wants you to take less vicodins."
"It's not your business."
"I don't trust. I won't let you take them till Cuddy authorizes me personally."
"What are you talking about? Look, I'm not kidding.
The leg is killing me and I need these pills NOW."
"I couldn't care less. Without Cuddy's authorization there are no pills."
"You will get to know who I am..."
"I'm scared..."

And you should be, Mr. Chemist Sir, you don't know what Gregory House might do when something is between him and his VICODINS!





Oh look how convenient, there is a bottle there. I wonder what it has.






Oh dear.





"Maybe the whole bottle will be enough. Let's see what happens."
"House! What are you doing?"
"Nothing. I was thirsty."
"Well, get your own bottle. This one is mine."
"This is mine, this is mine... Thanks, generous, I hope you enjoy it."




"Now let's see what happens..."



"I don't feel well."
"Maybe you should let someone see you."




"Ok man. Go and I'll look after your kiosk."
"I... I'll be right back..."





"Well, he looked for it, at last he has left the vicodins on the counter.
Finally! A bit more and I'd have started to hit the chemist with my stick.
The pain in my leg begins to be unbearable.
Now I've got to go to the patient's room. If he dies, Cuddy will get unbearable."





"I know, it's tough..."
"His hand..."
"What an odd title for a TV serial!"
"His hand. It's rotting."
"Then we'll have to chop it off."
"There must be another way."
"Of course there is. We can keep it, let the gangrene expand and let him die.
That way he'll stop complaining."





Oh Cuddy, I did not know you cared so much.


"Let's see... If he dies it won't be exactly the same, either...
If we take it out, we'll still have time to find out what's wrong with him.
There's no alternative, Cuddy. We operate him, or he dies. It's your choice."
"All right, I will talk to him.
By the way, I've mentioned him before about the locked closet in his house and he told me that the key is under one of the vases."
"Well, I'll go back to the house immediately. I don't want to miss anything."
"Do what you need to. I will ask the nurses to prepare the surgery room."








House's curiosity has been stoked once more, now that he knows where to look for the last piece of the puzzle. Or at least the last piece of the puzzle that is currently accesible.




And there it is.






"Well, well, welll. It looks like the bloke likes to have a drink.
He's got all sort of spirits.
I see that there are some imported products from India too, though in the medical record there isn't a comment the he had travelled abroad.
Will have to ask him.

How weird. He seems to fancy sunflower seeds.
He's got a massive bag of saltless sunflower seeds. Ler's see... What could we deduct from all this?
One moment... I think I know what's going on!
I need to speak urgently with the patient."

Oh my, the patented House epiphany. That means the conclusion must be near! Unless it is one of those fake epiphanies and there is still more to do.
I bet that he'll have to visit the chemist at least once more, though.