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[limping_twerpmd]

House hadn't realized his eyesight had deteriorated until he spent a week as a seventeen-year-old. As soon as he re-aged and figured it out, he collared an ophthalmologist and got his eyesight checked. Apparently, he was still good on distance, but close up, he needed glasses. Aging exacerbated by the the chemo, he guessed

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[the_neurologist]

"Those are new," Foreman pointed out, setting the Reuben, fries and large soda down on his desk, making sure to put a napkin down so that the condensation wouldn't drip onto the paperwork.

"Chemo weakening your eyesight?"

[limping_twerpmd]

House glanced up at him. "That, combined with the fact that I'm in my mid-forties. Didn't notice it until we switched back." He grabbed a fry, closing the chart he'd been reading.

[the_neurologist]

"Since you had a week of perfect vision," Foreman supplied, grabbing a fry for himself. "I hear you have nine patients."

[limping_twerpmd]

"Is that you volunteering to come back and help?" House hoped so. His staff might be mostly good, but Foreman could really help out.