143 DIAGNOSIS

[vicodincrutch]

 As of 8:59 am, City time we are at war. Women and children are not safe. No prisoners. Brother against brother. Doctor against doctor.

Mess with me and you will know my hydrated fury.

[ooc; Water wars! I'm going to work ;-; I welcome action tags!!]

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action;

[dr_conscience]

[Of all people, he certainly knows better than to think of House as an easy target. Others might feel like they're picking on a cripple; Wilson knows deviousness of House's level more than makes up for what he lacks in speed and maneuverability.

That movement in the periphery of his vision is enough to draw him out a bit - enough to see that it's... a beach ball? Crap. He's got his gun at the ready, even as he moves to fall back.

See, this is exactly the kind of thing he was thinking about.]

action;

[vicodincrutch]

[A worthy opponent indeed. He didn't take the bait and waste fire. House realizes that their battleground--the apartment hallway--is not quite ideal. There'll be a mess. That's what war is all about.]

How dry would you say you are...Jimmie?

[Quietly pumping his weapon. He didn't take the bait but maybe just charging in will work. Maybe.]

action;

[dr_conscience]

[Wilson's flattened himself against the wall, not quite sticking his head out past it.]

Practically arid... Greggie.

[Of course he's pumping his gun, too. Things are obviously about to go off. the. chain.]