"You know people used to be kinder to cripples." House called over his shoulder as the automatic doors closed leaving him and his four heavy bags of groceries out in the cold December air.
It was hard enough walking with a cane, but walking with a cane, trying not to slip on the icy film that covered the parking lot, while carrying four heavy bags of food was almost impossible. He almost considered walking back inside and demanding that someone come and help him… Almost. Gregory House never asked for help and he wasn't about to start.
So, with a few muttered curses, he picked up his bags once more and made his way towards his car when-
"Damn it!" He cried in exasperation. Three of the four bags had fallen, thankfully the one with the eggs remained in his grasp.
"House?" He heard a concerned voice ask. "Are you alright." Cringing as to who he suspected owned the voice; he turned to see his youngest duckling walking over to him.
"Peachy, Dr. Cameron, and yourself?" She gave him one of her "looks."
"Let me take those bags." Reluctantly he allowed her to grab hold of the plastic containers. "Which way?" She asked.
"Go west young man." He said with a mocking tone. She turned to her right and began to walk away. "Cameron." He stopped her and she turned. "The car's this way."
"That's South." She mumbled making her way to his car.