House

[raw_youth]

He needed a new fuckin' needle. He knew the clinic would be tough, you couldn't just walk in and ask for one. But he'd seen that House had more than one when he'd given one to Dodge a while ago, the one that was almost too dull to pop his vein anymore. He took his rin and shoved it into his deep pocket of his cargo shorts and headed to House's

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[misanthrope_md]

That moment, of course, was when House came home.

Later, he would think that he probably shouldn't have been so shocked. But at that moment, when he stood in the doorway, he was slack-jawed and staring.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me," he bellowed.

[raw_youth]

Dodge was in no state to be startled. He was in no state for much of anything. He simply looked at House and then turned his attention to the needle. He pulled it from his arm.

"You're loud," he slurred.

[misanthrope_md]

House threw down his cane; it slammed hard on the floor and then he crossed to the bed without it. He snatched up the empty bag from the mattress.

"Where the hell did you even get this?"

[raw_youth]

Dodge took a deep, slow breath.

"I don't know," he shrugged. "It had my name on it. It's mine. So I did it."

He didn't bother to mention that he had loads more back in his hut.