[Chase has the unfortunate advantage of not knowing how disastrously their non-romance ended. And with it, the advantage of not realizing quite how crazy she is, when it comes to that.]
[Angela slides off the table with enough force to make the paper protective liner crinkle loudly. She tugs on her sweater before stepping over next to Cameron, grinning, one hand on her hip and the other outstretched for the prescription.]
See you around?
[She's gotten off on worse feet with other people. No need to be nasty to the doctor in the future.]
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No shots, then, even if the pills don't work.
[She smiles reassuringly.]
You're good to go.
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[Angela slides off the table with enough force to make the paper protective liner crinkle loudly. She tugs on her sweater before stepping over next to Cameron, grinning, one hand on her hip and the other outstretched for the prescription.]
See you around?
[She's gotten off on worse feet with other people. No need to be nasty to the doctor in the future.]
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Definitely. And if anything comes up, just let me know.
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[The slip of paper is stashed into her pants pocket and she's out the door with a wave.
A beat passes before Angela sticks her head back into the room to leave Cameron some parting words.]
Oh, by the way, punch House for me.
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I'll try to remember.
[House is potentially the only employer who wouldn't automatically fire her for it, after all.]