Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital... again

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Logan stretched and looked up at the sky, then winced as Bethany did the bounce and grabbed Ben.

"What?" He looked up from gnawing on a squirrel bone.

"Gotta pee." She sat him on her hip and headed for the back door, only to stop as soon as she'd gone through it and look around a white hospital corridor, wrinkling her nose at the smell. "Crap."

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"It's not really legal here." He states shaking his head before taking her up and leading her into his place.

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As soon as they're inside she'd off and prowling, sniffing around, sneezing, poking about. Within moments she's found a long lost remote and the set of keys that Wilson was starting to suspect had been a figment of his imagination. She jingles them absently as she continues to explore.

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House takes off his jacket and lays Ben carefully on the couch and covers him up. "Want anything to eat or drink, Logan?"

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"Eh?" she says, poking a finger into the dirt of a sad-looking Chinese Evergreen and wrinkling her nose at how hard it is. Even she knows plants need water.

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"What?" House hasn't been home and Wilson probably forgot.

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"Concrete in there, bub." She turns to look at him. "What was that ya asked?"

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"Asked if you wanted anything to eat or drink." He states before watering the thing.

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"Sounds good, whacha got?" She wraps her arms around him from behind while he waters the plant, squeezing gently to see if he'll say 'oof'.

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And he does go 'oof'. "Let's see." He leads her off to the kitchen like that. "Turkey, steak, ham, bacon... lunchmeat to make sandwiches."