#acerbique

[scarredbymonsters-archived]

[text]: but your other neighbour is an old Romanian woman with a glass eye

[Text]: I live in an apartment building. [Text]: There has to be a hot person here somewhere.[Text]: But seriously, are you coming over for dinner?

[scarredbymonsters-archived]

Hi

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[Text]: Hey dickface! I did invite you to dinner. Now get over here, or i’m gonna go fuck the neighbor. 

[dorogaaelis-blog]

acerbique

Hospitals were Alice’s least favorite places in the world. They always had been. From the time she was little, even later in life after the car crash, and subsequently any trip after that would cause her great panic and make her generally unsettled. But, this time it was not her health causing her to take a trip to the hospital, but something rather…. Odd.

A hacking job. Or, what she feared might become a job.

One of the doctors, a one Gregory House, had mentioned off-handedly to a patient that he needed a computer expert. That patient had been a good friend of Alice’s, and had dropped her name as someone who might be of assistance. When the friend had texted her about it later, she had felt a familiar pang of fear, as her contracted hacking days were something she was trying to put behind her.

Still, Alice thought it might be wise to get ahead of the game a bit, and instead of letting this doctor come to her, she decided to go to him. She’d found out his office number, and made herself comfortable in one of the chairs, not before closing the blinds on the windows leading to a conference room, of course.

It would be here that she would type away on her computer, working on a personal project, waiting for the doctor to return to his office.

[scarredbymonsters-archived]

Hurls URL at you :)

Positivity ^-^

( Your House is so perfect. You put just enough Sarcasm mixed with seriousness that i can hear his voice within your writing. You’re awesome, keep it up *thumbs up*)

[turnonthe8-track]

{acerbique}

Hedwig sat in the office of the formidable Doctor House. They had told her that he was the best. They had also told her that he was hard to get along with. Well, so was she. And if she was going to fully commit to being Hedwig over Hansel, she was going to need the best.

But the best was over half an hour late.

[miss-america-rogers]

Hello!

Stephanie limped down the hall, trying to avoid being seen. She didn’t want anyone to know (especially her brother) that she was injured on the mission. She spent too much time looking over her shoulder, causing her to run right into a man. “I am so sorry! are you alright?”

[dammitqueen]

Doctor In The House ((closed))

acerbique

After days of pleading, yelling and hawking, Felicity had finally orgnaised Oliver to visit a hospital. It seemed that a Queen was not the only one with good connections, his IT girl able to get an appointment with one of the best doctors in the Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital, although they had been warned of his... eccentrics. Oliver didn't exactly care, having researched Dr Gregory House's reputation long before Felicity had brought him to the man. 

So he knew if anyone was going to figure out what had caused him to suddenly lose his sight completely, it would be this man.

Dr House was known to be one of the most brilliant minds in the entire hospital, having saved a countless number of lives during his years of service. The doctor also seemed to take interest in 'fascinating' cases; Oliver guessed it was half the reason he took him on as a patient. When else would you get to potentially be the savior of a suddenly blind Oliver Queen?

It had come like the flu or a cold; Oliver went to sleep in the Foundry one night, waking up the next morning without the ability to see. His normal storm blue eyes were now hazed over, almost with the look of clouded apple juice. The vigilante's eyes could be wide open, yet all he can see is darkness.

And it terrified him. Sight was something that he needed, as an archer, to stay in action. It would take months, years to adjust to firing a bow and arrow without sight. He had trained blindfolded before, but it was not as if he was relying on the ability. He did not trust his level of aptitude; and Starling City's criminals would not wait that long for the Arrow to catch up.

So now, Oliver was sitting on a hospital's bench, fighting to keep his finger from twitching as his eyes stared into a blank space on the wall even though he had no idea where exactly he was looking. He had been wearing a blindfold, or glasses, but the archer had become irritated by them, taking them off before they arrived.

Felicity had to stay in the waiting room, only allowed to lead him into the room apparently she would be a distraction. Even though he did not admit it, Felicity had been a source of calm for Queen during this time, the man sometimes clinging to her without realizing, letting her guide him.

It was a kind of vulnerable action that he would never show to anyone, on normal days. But ever since he had gone blind, every day was beyond the realms of normal. And Felicity was one of the only souls he would show that side to.

He was able to hear the man's mismatched steps before he was even near the room, the clunk of his cane echoing in his head. That was another thing that maybe this Dr House could give him. Something to get rid of the constant headache from his now acute hearing.

[iambabydollrp]

MYDRIASIS // Molly & House

The police officer all but carried the blonde into the consultation room. He helped her up on the bed where she sat limply. The officer gave a tired sigh, and turned to the doctor who would be seeing to the strange girl. “We found this one in the middle of the road…” He explained. “Think she’s got a broken ankle…No ID, and we can’t get any sense out of her.”

      With a shake of his head he excused himself and left the two of them alone. Baby turned her head and looked up at the man, staring at him wordlessly. She looked tired, pale and bedraggled, and she was dressed in nothing but a dirty pair of grey pyjamas. Her hair was parted in a slightly bedraggled pair of pigtails.

The girl’s only other distinct characteristic, which would have been overlooked by most, was the size of one of her pupils - fixed at a size almost four millimetres larger than the other; it gave her an unnerving gaze.