Waiting for test results of his current patient, he leaned back in his chair, feet resting on his messy desk. Tossing his red and grey oversized tennis ball into the air and catching it.

The sun was getting close to setting, so he was more or less pissed off that he had to wait so long on the results. Of course, he could just go harass Wilson, or he could wait another ten minutes for the new episode of Prescription: Passion.

Third best option was to pop a Vicodin, and pray that he wouldn’t hallucinate again. It’s rather annoying, honestly. One hit on the head and now he’s seeing Wilsons dead girlfriend, hell, he even saw Cuddy the other day. Still, he refuses to tell a soul and dare risk sitting through some boring treatment.