Who: Rowan & Frank & House What: Looking for his stranger Where: Corridors When: After the encounter with the Jabberwocky, before the meeting with Kelly Warnings: Rowan
Rowan didn't know where he was supposed to be right then but he wasn't worried about it because he was barely aware enough right then to know where he was. Since he'd been 'kissed' by his stranger he'd become even more obssessed about him than usual.
His bitten hand itched as his body tried to heal him and he'd ended up pulling the bandage off to scratch at it. When he'd seen the imprints of teeth there, knowing who's teeth they were, he didn't want it put back on. He'd nuzzled at it, licking the taste of his own blood as if he could still taste his stranger's mouth pressed against it. Of course they'd tried to rebandage him but he'd just torn it off again, leaving it trailing like a sad little flag of surrender, fluttering off his wrist.
He wandered the corridors trying to find the man who terrified him and fascinated him all in one, his shoes toed off and left somewhere near his room for someone else to trip over, seemingly insensate to the way his feet chilled as he walked over the cold floor in his socks. He played with the ends of his hair with his other hand, which might have been sweet had it not been because the stranger had pulled at his hair all the time, something he couldn't really remember bar a need to do it. He moved like a quiet little ghost from one end of the hospital and up the stairs to the next and back again.