It was early in the morning, and for some reason, House just felt like it would be a bad day, but then again when wasn't it. He had to struggle everyday with a leg pain that no one understood, and solve some of the most bizarre cases he ever saw, and the people were never satisfied, not that he was the one to speak about it. Even though he left it to his own paranoia, he had a feeling that something bad was going to happen. Later he would wish that he hadn't gotten up that morning. Unfortunately by the time he would think this it would be much too late.
Review please, its my first fanfic but I promise I'll have more tomorrow.