Who: Jason Murphy (the younger version of him that lives in Detroit), Mary "Candy" Candace Murphy (his mother, npc) and House Where: Detroit, the apartment Jason grew up in. When: Backdated to when House visited Jason and his mother Warnings: Mentions of drug and alcohol use, mentions of neglect/abuse, will add warnings as needed Open: Only to House
Jason walked into the apartment he shared with his mom and kicked off his shoes, then put them away neatly on a mat by the door. "Mom?" He called out. "I'm home." There was no response. He walked into her bedroom to find her lying in bed, with a vacant stare. "Mom? Mom?" He leaned in close, listening to her breathe and watching her chest rise and fall. Gently talking her wrist, he checked her pulse. "If you don't come around soon, I'm calling 911." He murmured, though he knew his mom could get into trouble if police were involved. He began cleaning her room, collecting any empty bottles, and drugs to throw them out and any dirty needles. He'd leave the clean ones though. He didn't want her to get sick. Sicker. "I had a good day at school today. 100% on my math test, Mom. Not one mistake. Yeah, I know you're proud of me. I gotta go do the kitchen next. We gotta be careful, you know, last thing we need are roaches to add to all this crap. I'll be back to check on you again. Soon." He paused occasionally as he talked, imagining the desired responses from his mother in his mind, when all he heard were grunts and 'uh huh'. At least she was waking up. "I love you too. Move onto your side in case you puke." He kissed her cheek and left the bedroom.
Jason cleaned the rest of the apartment and came to the realization that there was no good food in the apartment. He'd have to check the dumpsters later, assuming his mother woke up. There was a knock at the door and Jason instantly checked to make sure all his bruises were covered up. He always had a few, some from his mother's clients, others from defending the kids in his neighbourhood from bullies. He couldn't let the marks be another reason for people to want to take him from his mother's care. He opened the door slightly, and peeked his head out, looking at the man on the other side. "Let me guess." He muttered, not knowing who House was. "Your name is 'John'. Well, she ain't workin' today, so go away."