forget your troubles, come on, get happy

[atrophied]

[ To those who have a journal open, you'll hear a particular song being whistled before it stops to be followed by a downright perky "Good morning!" The whistling resumes shortly after. For those present in the clinic, you will hear that and see House…smiling.

Cheerfully.

Uh... ]

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[atrophied]

[ House claps Allen on the shoulder. ]

Just wanted to let you know you did a great job yesterday. I'm proud of how far you've come in so little time. Coffee? [ He lets go of Allen to pour himself a cup. ]

[save_the_souls]

[.....Brb Allen's mind just had a Blue Screen of Death again]

[atrophied]

Oh. I'm sorry. Would you rather have tea? Walker? Hello? [ He waves a hand in front of Allen's face. ]

[save_the_souls]

[Brb fainting]

brb the med student in me is in a ball crying

[atrophied]

[ Oh.

Oh crap. ]

Walker!

[ What was he supposed to do? Oh, right. House sinks to his knees, grabs Allen by the shoulder and starts shaking him. ]

Come on! Snap out of it!

MY GOD HOUSE

[save_the_souls]

[WHAT ARE YOU DOING. You're so lucky he didn't gain a head injury and he groans a little to show he's still alive. Just you know, resisting this hell he'd wake up to]

NEVER SHAKE SOMEONE WHO FAINTED, PEOPLE. OR SMILING HOUSE WLL SHOW UP IN YOUR ROOM. WHILE YOU SLEEP.

[atrophied]

[ And then House smacks Allen in the face. ]

Wake up!

[save_the_souls]

[a pained noise as he comes to]

What are you- Ow!

[atrophied]

Are you okay? How many fingers do you see?

[ He holds his hands, three fingers up, a little too close to Allen's face. Feel free to go cross-eyed. ]

[save_the_souls]

I-

Pull your fingers back! [GET OUT OF MY FACE]

[atrophied]

Yeah, you're okay. [ He sags in relief. ] You worried me there, sport. You been sleeping well?

[save_the_souls]

[...................]

It's Allen. And yes, I've been sleeping fine.

[atrophied]

Let's get you up then, slick. [ Tugging on arm~ ]