I do not own House or any other characters in relation to the show!
The Hospital had been relatively vacant, no emergencies, no trauma patients nor a single case of a baffling disease. A couple people were treated for minor colds, other then that, House was growing increasingly bored.
Not even his Game Boy was keeping him entertained, he felt the urge to hurt something, so he leans on one of the West Wing wall's till some poor soul passed by then sticks out his cane. "House!" screeched Cuddy. She sees the malevolent M.D stick his cane out a bit further, just to test her patients "awww, you just take all the fun out of maiming people."
He whines and brings the cane back in, "yeah, I'm really sorry about that," she replies sarcastically. She starts her way down the hall, "oh, and expect you to work at least 3 hours clinic duty," she calls back to him.
House rolls his eyes and gives an exasperated breath that could be heard from the next state over. "What the hell..there's no cases so why should I work clinic?" his words seeming to fade as they reach further down the halls.
"Clinic or jail, your call House," was all she had to reply, House limps into his office and spots a ball lying on his desk. He takes a seat and starts tossing the thing up towards the celling and letting gravity bring it back down.
Just then Chase enters, he notices the apathetic expression plastered across the diagnostician's face. "Bored, eh?" he asks as his eyes follow the ball's up and down motion, House continues with the tossing then finally gives an answer.
"Just for the moment, until I get home, there's a hooker and some nice, fuzzy handcuffs waiting for me." Chase tries his best to tune out that last part. "Well, uh, there's a patient that just came in and is said to be experiencing a difficulty breathing and headache."
He halts the ball tossing for a minute or two, "huh, sounds like bronchial inflammation, put 'em on one cc of Benzelic and check back with me later." He nods then leaves the room. House lays the ball back down on the desk and leans back in his chair.
He twirls his cane in between his fingers and sighs heavily. Another person had just entered his office, and it wasn't a member of the med staff. House turns slowly around in his chair and faces him. "Are you Doctor House?" asks the round-faced, nearsighted man standing by the doorway, House sets his cane aside and reaches in his desk drawer and pops a couple Vicodin.
"Depends on who's asking," he responds gruffly, the man clears his throat, some. "Uh, my name is Darrin Banks I'm with Jersey's pharmaceutical company and would just like a moment of your time to explain the vast list of new prescription drugs on the market today."
House picks up his ball and resumes back to tossing. "Yeah, uh, listen here pharmacy boy.." he begins, his eye's follow the balls direction. "I'm not interested in any new, little drugs your tryin' to pawn off, besides I have more important things to think about, like the hooker I have waitin' at home."