This is something I wrote last year, for a friend of mine known on the internet as either xfmaaddictx or Tori-chan. It's just a silly giftfic so don't expect too much out of it XD
Shiitake's Clinic Visit
It was 11 o'clock on Wednesday morning and Gregory House had just wrapped up his latest case. Now, with nothing to do and unwilling to head down to the clinic, he locked himself in his office to play his DS.
He had just barely turned it on when he heard someone try to open his door, an exasperated sigh, and then Cuddy's sharp voice.
"If I don't see you in the clinic in ten minutes, you can consider yourself fired. Literally." And he heard the distinct click of her heels slowly fade into the background.
House groaned, turning off his DS and leaning back into his chair. He stalled for five minutes, and then, figuring it would take four minutes to get to the clinic, he darted out of his office and ran to the clinic as fast as a 47-year-old man with a cane can.
Arriving there, he saw 5 patients. Three were sneezing, one was a mother with a baby crying very loudly, and the last one looked like a drug addict. He was about to turn around to go hide in the OB/GYN lounge when Nurse Brenda smacked his shoulder with a file.
"Patient in exam room 2."
House rolled his eyes and reluctantly headed to the exam room. As soon as he opened the door, a girl wearing a black trench coat smiled big.
"I LOVE YOU!!!" she laughed.
"How old are you?" asked House, opening her file. "14. You're 4 years too young to love me."
The girl looked like she was about to cry. Suddenly, she grabbed the file, and pulled out a lighter, burning it.
"No I'm not," she smiled. "I'm 21!"
"Sure you are," scoffed House.
"My throat hurts."
"That's all?"
"Yeah."
"Let me look." The girl opened her mouth wide and House flashed his light.
"You cutting class?" he asked, looking for something in the drawer.
"No..." said the girl, quietly. "Why?"
"It's a Wednesday, a school day, you're here without your parents and I can't see anything wrong with your throat. You're cutting class."
"I'm not!" she whined. "I'm 21! I don't have to go to school! And I don't need my parents! And my throat really hurts!"
"Right." House finally found what he was looking for- a swabbing stick. "Open up."
"Aaaanghh," was the sound she made when he poked the stick in her throat.
"I'm testing you for Strep," he said, and left for a moment. When he came back, the girl was playing a DS.
House stared at the DS, envious and wishing he hadn't left his in his office.
20 minutes later, House was killing his Trauma Center patient for the 218th time.
"Wow, doctor, you're so good," said the girl, admiringly. She was so bad, she had killed her patient 871 times. "My turn!" she giggled, and proceeded to kill her patient for the 872nd time.
It was House's turn again when Cuddy burst into the exam room looking both furious and worried.
"House, it's been 30 minutes you've been with a patient with a sore throat..."She then noticed what he was doing.
"Aaaaw. Now my patient's dead. Again."
"HOUSE!" she snapped, and he sat up straight, almost dropping the DS. "House, there is a clinic full of patients waiting for you and you're playing your stupid videogame!"
"It's my videogame," said the girl. "And it's my turn now." She snatched back the DS. House rolled his eyes.
"You have strep. Here's an antibiotic," he said, writing a prescription.
"Thank you!" she chimed. Cuddy shook her head and left.
House was about to leave when the girl latched on to him, almost strangling him.
"I love you," she said sweetly. House pried himself loose and the girl smiled.
"Get out of here," he grunted, and the girl scurried off.
THE END
I told you it was silly.