A House Story
Chapter 1
Heels were heard clicking in the halls of Princeton-Plainsborough Teaching Hospital.
"Dammit," House muttered as the noise was nearing his office.
The annoying little clicks became louder and faster with each step, as did the beat of his heart.
"House!" A yell came as a womanly figure burst through the door of his office.
"Cuddy!" House yelled mockingly as he spun his chair around to face her. He was taken back in silence as he stared at the beautiful presentation before him. Looking just as hot as ever, Dr. Lisa Cuddy stood, red with fury. House examined her low-cut, ruffled blouse and her thigh hugging black pencil skirt.
"What's up with you today?" House questioned.
"What is up with Me?!" Cuddy exclaimed, nearly screaming. "I have a $17,000 bill for the equipment You broke in a rage against Your clinic patient. Sandy McPherson is also going to sue the hospital and You for the destruction You caused her. Do You want to go to jail?"
"I never get sent to jail."
"But you may! Anyways," Cuddy says, beginning to calm down, "I have a patient for you."
"Awwww, but Cuddy." House whined in his best baby voice.
"14 year old female, rash, trouble breathing due to blocked airways, abdominal pain…" Cuddy rolled the symptoms off her tongue like she had done it a million times before- because she had.
"Could be lung cancer," House suggested. "Or sarcoidosis."
"Already tested for both." Cuddy reached into her pocket to retrieve her beeping pager. She looked at the screen and sighed. "Someone needs me at a meeting. Here, read the file, it will keep you out of trouble."
"Better than clinic duty." House stared at the file Cuddy handed him.
"Which you will have 40 extra hours of starting next week," said Cuddy, flaunting herself as she walked out the door and into the busy hallway.