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[ At first, everything else is ignored except for the Vicodin, which House quickly locates and fumbles open the pill into the palm of his hand. And then everything stops, and he hesitates just long enough that Yuuri might be wondering if he's going to take it.
Then it's slapped to his mouth, head tilted back and he lingers like that for a moment. Psychosomatic; the relief he feels when the pill has slid down his throat is just part of the routine and the anticipation of lessened pain later. Still, he'd weighed the pros and cons of actually taking something from some little twerp who got it from the alleged hospital. All of the risks involved only tipped the scale further to YES, TAKE THE DAMN THING. ]
Thanks.
[ Remember that one, Yuuri, it's probably the only one you'll ever get. House is leaning on his new cane and digging into the greasy food, now. ]