If this was anywhere else, House would have said something when it came to the coloured eyes but as he'd met a woman with heel-springs and various other ilk during the past few days, he wasn't going to discount anything. A home of the freaks or something like that.
Or it could be -- no, no diagnosing now. Look at what was going on first. The male first as, well, blood took precedence. House (gingerly) lowered himself to the floor, kneeling beside the cot. "Lift your shirt," he barked at L, noting the congealing blood along the side. "I need to see the extent of your injuries. Unless you want to, oh, tell me what happened?"