#vicodinvindication

[ For the last twenty four hours, Ian had gone back and fourth on the idea. Part of him was elated that someone would listen, a new connection after so many had been severed in the wake of his fateful incident. Another part however, dug at the back of his mind. It threw questions without possible answers, scenarios and assumptions with little to counteract it. Out of curiosity he had done a little bit of looking into his new acquaintance. Doctor Gregory House. Diagnostician. Some say he is a miracle worker, others claim him to be the devil incarnate. His sister somehow claimed both at the same time. Good enough. ] [ He stood at the front doors of the Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital, leaning on his cane. His scarf as black as the rest of his winter wear waved in the biting cold winds, just missing his face every so often. "Be calm, Malcolm" he thought. "You're just here to share what you saw". It wasn't the first time he told himself this while shivering like a baby duckling. ]

[ He pushed the doors open, wiping his boots and sloughing off his coat and scarf. The hot air hit his skin and served to calm his nerves, even if just a little bit. Where he would meet Doctor House exactly he wasn't sure, so the receptionist served as his only hope of finding out. ]

“Ah, yes hello m'am, is uhh, is Doctor House here today? I have a meeting with him this afternoon...”

“Y-yes I can wait.”