[Mayday] Seeking the odd ones out

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Who: Mayday, River, Ripley, Claire, Chris
Where: The Staff, hallway outside of/in Room E
When: Day 28, morning, after/during Search and Rescue
Invited: Anyone wandering down the hall
Status: Incomplete

May hurried down the corridor, balancing a plate of pancakes, a bottle of Tylenol she'd liberated from someone's bag, and two bottles of water with uncanny ease as she sprinted down the hall towards the bedroom. How could she have forgotten the other two they'd left behind - especially the girl who couldn't turn off mind-reading? Some of the people who'd passed out had admitted they were psychic, and if it hurt them that badly...

She screeched to a halt outside the door, still balancing the food and water and pills - it seemed extraneous given what she'd just figured out, but on the off chance they were okay and recovered, an offering of food without having to deal with a crowd would at least be something.

There seemed to be a whimpering noise inside, although she couldn't tell through the solid door, it was so quiet. May took a deep breath to calm herself before knocking and forced herself to focus on something not-panicky - namely, the pancakes she was carrying. "Hello? Are you all right? I have food. And painkillers."

Well, as peace offerings went, neither could be too bad.

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[House]

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Within his own room next door, an unconscious Dr. Gregory House was on the floor, lying on his side. Next to him, a mostly empty bottle of alcohol. The area before him had a small pool of vomit, undoubtedly hours old, nothing really to it other than liquid and bile. The room itself looked pulled apart, though not messily so. Possessions have been rifled through, looked at, and set aside in the search for identity. A watch, and a small yellowish-bottle that had a few little white pills sat on the table with papers.

Somewhere, in the back of his mind, Greg knew he was in trouble as he layed there, dancing as he was between consciousness and un-... and the sound of the knock on another door was enough to cause him to open his eyes. It was only a crack, however... but they closed soon after. Couldn't move.. even opening his eyes took a massive effort. No idea what was wrong, but there was no chance of him doing much more than lying there, while darkness took him again.

(OOC: So close yet so far!)