"Really?" House responded, his voice leaping up an octave. "Then, I'm a little confused as to why you're here, breaking into someone's house." He turned away from Foreman, continuing his search. He marched into the bathroom, slowly crouching down to peek under the sink. He nosed through the contents--nothing riveting. Spare paper products. Tampons. Cleaning supplies.
House sighed, and as he rearranged the contents as he found them, Foreman's voice drifted into the bathroom. In an instant, House's eyes went wide, his thoughts seemed to skid to a halt, and he raised his head--too fast, without checking his surroundings--and cracked his head on the vanity, the wood panel above the door. "What?" he shouted, ignoring the pain for a moment as he eased back from the sink and stood up. "Fuck," he mumbled to himself, and pressed his hand to his head, trying to soothe it, along with the wild images raging through his brain, sure that Foreman was messing with him. The bastard.
He stepped out of the bathroom, his hand still easing the throb in his head, and found Foreman looking entirely too smug. He studied him. "Takes one to know one? Or do you have some other kind of proof other than a hunch?"
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Date: 2008-10-31 05:18 am (UTC)House sighed, and as he rearranged the contents as he found them, Foreman's voice drifted into the bathroom. In an instant, House's eyes went wide, his thoughts seemed to skid to a halt, and he raised his head--too fast, without checking his surroundings--and cracked his head on the vanity, the wood panel above the door. "What?" he shouted, ignoring the pain for a moment as he eased back from the sink and stood up. "Fuck," he mumbled to himself, and pressed his hand to his head, trying to soothe it, along with the wild images raging through his brain, sure that Foreman was messing with him. The bastard.
He stepped out of the bathroom, his hand still easing the throb in his head, and found Foreman looking entirely too smug. He studied him. "Takes one to know one? Or do you have some other kind of proof other than a hunch?"