Cuddy walks up to House, her skirt abnormally tight and her eyes are swollen. "I really need you to spend a few hours in the clinic."
House glances around the room, trying to see if someone else is there that she could possibly be talking to. "Me? You remember the last time you sent me to the clinic. Perjury, lies, an evening checking out your tonsils in the baby's room."
"House, I'm serious." She says as she pushes her hair back from her face. She thrusts a stack of folders into his hands and walks away, House's eyes glued to her legs as she sashays down the hall.
"What seems to be the problem?" House says as he steps in the room, staring at the nurse's illegible notes. A man is sitting in a chair, a bloody towel pushed into his pants. A woman sat on the table, coughing and clutching her throat. House stares.
"Well, we were in the car and Erica decided to get a little. Well, I hit a pothole while my... stuff... was in her mouth and she hit her head on the steering wheel and kinda bit down and swallowed. The nurse said she thought my... stuff was stuck in her larynx. We didn't want to go to the ER because we figured they'd think it was weird. You can sew it back on right?"
House stares and nearly drops his papers.
"I'll be right back." He steps outside and pages Dr. Cuddy to the clinic. Smiling, he greets her and they walk into the examination room. The girl's lips are starting to turn blue. House is beyond smug while Cuddy gapes open mouthed at the couple.
A little while later Chase has the girl in the operating room and is removing the... stuff from her throat. He places it on ice in a cooler. "Bring this to the operating room they're prepping," he says to the nurse. House closes the cooler around the bloody stump and smiles at Chase.
"I'll be right back."
"House!" Chase calls, but House has already left the operating room.
"You brought your lunch today?" Wilson asks as he sets his tray across from House.
"I knew you would be so proud."
"What'd you make?"
House motions for Wilson to open the cooler. Wilson sighs and pulls it across the table. He opens it and turns ghostly pale. He closes the cooler and slides it back to House. Then pushes his tray away from himself.
"What?" House pulls the cooler open then closes it quickly. "Oh! Wrong cooler. I was supposed to deliver this to a patient. Gotta go." He stands up and smiles as Wilson stares at the spot and runs a hand across his head.
Let's see what happens the next time they give me clinic duty.