I'm writing this fan fic for my friends on the Fox Message Board. Love you guys! Doc, I'm working on your section next. Bard, try to keep your jello still, I'll get to you. Hermetica and FourTell, I know you aren't there yet, but you are going to be my big finale, so don't get miffed!
I don't own House, Bard, ElusiveFox, Jessie (sortofvague), Hue, TheDrIsIn, Hermetica or ForeTell, I'm just acting like I do. I do own CMeaux, so at least I'm not screwing someone out of their personality!
House walked into the clinic with a swagger. He really couldn't help having a swagger, it was a result of the muscle damage to his leg. He clearly was in a bad mood today. The mood could have been a result of the infarction as well, but today it wasn't. Today it was the clinic that caused his anger at the world.
He went to the front desk to sign in to the torture that was the clinic. A smallish, thin nurse in her mid 30's stood at the desk with a look that was both expectant and anxious. "You're twenty minutes late for clinic duty", she said with a shaking voice. House squinted at her, saying "Dr. Cuddy? Is that you? You seem somewhat…different. Somehow less, I don't know, Cuddyish."
"Dr Cuddy's not here today, Dr. House" the timid nurse said quietly.
"Probably still in bed after last night's drunken orgy," House said suggestively, leaning over the counter toward the trembling girl as he pulled out his gameboy. "I'll just take this into exam room one and I'll see you in three hours."
"I can't let you do that Dr. House." As House looked incredulously at the nurse, she made an effort to stand up straighter and gather her courage.
"And just why can't I, Nurse…what's your name? You can't have been here very long…" House's sneer made his meaning clear. She couldn't have been here very long if she was willing to speak up to him like she just had.
"I've been here five years, Dr House, and my name is Annette Steinkamp. You can't play your gameboy today because there are no other doctors, they're all sick or unreachable. And the waiting room is full." As Annette spoke she gathered a pile of medical files and placed them gently but firmly on the counter in front of House. "You can take them in whichever order you prefer. They all came in together."
House stared at the tiny nurse in awe. Sizing her up, he saw that she was indeed very firm. A Cuddy free day and still there was no escape from clinic duty. "You're worse than Cuddy", House said in a stunned hush.
"Thank you, Dr. House," Annette said with the same firmly quiet voice. "Good luck".
Confused by this statement, House turned to the waiting room and glanced at the patients.