Scott listened to Chloe while keeping an eye on Dr. House, who carefully sipped the tepid water. The mention of Ami being one of the kidnappees made his stomach clench. He narrowed their link so he wouldn't upseet her. (Kidnapped, then tortured. Jesus.) Scott reluctantly wondered what other details she'd recorded in her journal that he hadn't yet heard.
Isabel's writing with her fingertip was simultaneously amazing, unnerving, and amusing. "I don't suppose you happen to remember anything about how to relieve excessive itching?"
"Antihistamines," the doctor muttered. He seemed to be fighting a bout of nausea.
Isabel turned her wheelchair toward the door. "I'll check the infirm--"
"Wait," Scott blurted. Chloe, House, and Isabel's eyes turned to him. "I think I can help."
"You found some meds in your room?" Chloe asked.
Scott shook his head, wishing he'd kept his mouth shut. He forced himself to meet Isabel's eyes. "I can heal people. I-- I helped Ami earlier. I can try to heal your feet. If you want."
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Date: 2007-03-18 06:19 pm (UTC)Isabel's writing with her fingertip was simultaneously amazing, unnerving, and amusing. "I don't suppose you happen to remember anything about how to relieve excessive itching?"
"Antihistamines," the doctor muttered. He seemed to be fighting a bout of nausea.
Isabel turned her wheelchair toward the door. "I'll check the infirm--"
"Wait," Scott blurted. Chloe, House, and Isabel's eyes turned to him. "I think I can help."
"You found some meds in your room?" Chloe asked.
Scott shook his head, wishing he'd kept his mouth shut. He forced himself to meet Isabel's eyes. "I can heal people. I-- I helped Ami earlier. I can try to heal your feet. If you want."