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dr. gregory house

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In the interest of saving you all some time and myself a headache, my name is Dr. Gregory House. I am a board-certified diagnostician with specialties in infectious diseases and nephrology. Since I'm aware most of those words went over most of your heads, I'll simply say that I am overqualified for the job of patching up injuries received in the course of being good-hearted, self-sacrificing idiots.

That said, it is really difficult to patch up the good-heart and self-sacrificing when doctors are the ones being targeted. I understand in video games you need to take the healer out first, but in real life, even an enemy healer is still a healer and can fix you up.

Do try to remember that next time in your killer-ship induced delirium.

[ Yes, clinic people, he is back. Your vacation is over. ]

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No. I'm not the type to get many.

Good. You will hear none from me.

Aren't you a little charmer. I think I've seen better-mannered pit bulls.

[ She isn't sure what pit bulls are, but! ]

Hardly a case of manners. You said you thought people like me keep no friends.

Do you?

When it suits me.

So...no.

Not when it comes to you. So no need for apologies.

But see, Lulu, I never cared to be. So it makes no difference to me.

Probably makes a difference to you, though. How many people have grown tired of you?

Lucrezia.

It is rather the opposite. You are starting to tire me.

Oh dear, Lulu. How will I ever sleep knowing that now.

Perhaps with another stab to the heart.

Not very original, are you?

Not when there is little need to be. Death is so dull.

And you're the one talking about it. What would that make you?

Your insults would hurt worse if I only cared more about you.

Lulu. I deal in facts, not insults. [ The sounds of a video game start up in the background. ] You like to be loved so you play the charming hostess, the woman every other woman wants to be and every man wants. But it turns out it doesn't work so well. You have to be their world, but you're not. People prioritize and you're not their first priority. And you can't bear being anything other than first. So you drop them to take away their chance of dropping you. You're playing a dangerous game and with every hand you're short another card.

At the end of the day, you're unwanted, I'm bored. At least mine I'm fixing right now.

[ Out of all people, the one who can read her game is the asshole she stabbed to death. WHO IS NOW PLAYING A VIDEO GAME TO IGNORE HER. There is no greater insult. ]

I did not need to be wanted to kill you then.

[ And, still intent on having the last word ~~being the one to drop him and not, still not the other way around ~~shuts the journal. ]~~~~

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