AN: I got bored, which is why I wrote this story! Enjoy if you want! Please review, but please, do not flame…
Step, limp. Step, limp. Crash!
Dr. House crashed onto the floor, his leg screaming out in agony.
Wilson filed through my cane again, was House's first thought. But then he looked down at the two pieces and saw that they were not straight on the broken edges.
House's cane was dead.
The next morning, House limped into his office with a new cane.
This cane was black with a rubber handle on the top. And by the look on House's face, you could tell he absolutely hated it.
He sat down behind his desk and chunked the cane onto the other side of the room.
Dr. Cameron and Dr. Chase came into the office, and after seeing the scowl on House's face, quickly walked back out.
But Dr. Wilson wasn't going to give up so easily. He walked into House's office, picked up the cane, put it on the desk, and sat down in a chair not far from the desk.
House gave Wilson a menacing look that said something along the lines of "I'm pissed – Get out."
Wilson chuckled.
"It's a cane, House," he said.
"The hookers loved the cane," House replied.
Wilson rolled his eyes.
"Get over it. You won't die because you picked the ugliest cane in the store," he said, giving the cane a dirty look.
House gasped.
"Jimmy!" he exclaimed. "You can't talk about the cane like that!" He lowered his voice, "It has feelings too!"
Dr. Wilson stood up and walked out the door, shaking his head and saying to himself, "Only House…"