this was written when i was with the absense of air condioning in a sweltering house.
same affects as getting drunk, beware!
"God, we can save fucking lives, yet we can't fix the fucking air conditioner. Are we primal people!" ranted House, undoubtedly in a horrible mood.
House snide attitude was one to watch out for; he can become awfully testy in the heat. Though Wilson supposed that House would never put on shorts, he was too self-conscious to show at least a little of the scar in his leg. Instead House walked about his office fully clad in a suit. He began to loosen his tie and Wilson noticed the vein in House's head pulsing.
Time to leave, thought Wilson, not wanting to get in the way of an angry House. Of course this moment brought back their college years when he and Greg were roommates. Wilson had brought home god knows who and did god knows what under the influence. Greg had been sleeping in the next bed and had literally carried James and the chick he was with outside and dumped them in a heap in the middle of the dorm. After re-entering the room, House locked the door and smoked weed for the next 3 days, not letting James in the room.
That is only one of the many scenes showing Houses vengeful anger.
Definitely time to leave, and Wilson scooted out of the room, just to hear House yelling at Cuddy on the intercom.
