The first time I met her, she saw me first. My back was towards her and I was bouncing my good old truth worthy ball against the wall. I was lounging in my rolling desk chair with the sleeves of my pale blue, button down the front shirt rolled up to the elbows.
"Dr. House? Dr. Gregory House," she said. Her voice was crisp and clear. She was perky and very eager. By I detected a slight hint of sadness in her voice as she spoke. I also caught some hint of defiance, which was something I liked. Her sadness interested me greatly.
"You just lost your mother? You just lost your dog," I say. I am sarcastic I know. I cannot help it. It is who I am. I am bitter and sarcastic. I do not care that I appear like that. I know I am, fairly, good deep down, even if I do not always do the most ethical thing. I do care about my patients, even if I do not show it. I was never the type who enjoyed letting my feelings be absolutely and blatantly clear.
"That is unethical to ask me that. You have no right to delve into my personal life like that. I will tell you when I am good and ready, got that?" she says. Her voice is sharp and she is slightly hurt.
"I like a puzzle. Your sadness puzzles me," I say. Slowly, I turn around to face my new associate. I open my mouth in shock. Alison Cameron is beautiful. Her hair, which was the color of dark chocolate, was cut to her chin and perfectly curled under. She had sweeping bangs that framed her face. Her eyes were a perfect olive green and shined with a hidden intelligence. Cameron held herself confidently. Her back was straight and her hand was on her hip. She wore the infamous white doctor lab coat and made it look pretty, which was something I had never seen before. One knee was cocked slightly and the skirt she wore hit her right at the knee.
"What are you staring at?" Cameron demanded, "Stop it."
"I'm done. I was just trying to see your vulnerable side. You look all strong and confident, but it is hiding inside. Hello?"
"So what if I care about my patients and show it," Cameron shouts. Her eyes flash. "I feel that my patients like to see some kindness."
"Woo…I never thought I would find it that easily," I saw. I cannot hide the giddiness in my voice. "I am going to warn you right now. You will have to have a hard skin for this job. It you do not then you will not last. We come across some hard cases and some of them are not solvable for most doctors. I am definitely not most doctors? Do you get that? I will piss you and the patient off. I will do things that are unethical to solve a case. I will not give up though. Welcome to Plainsborough."