He was not happy. Okay, so he had admitted himself to Mayfield Psychiatric hospital but that didn't mean he had to be happy with it. He had already come into contact with the presiding doctor and thought him an absolute idiot. How was that moron ever going to help him?

Gregory House now stood in a door way which seemed to lead into a large living space. If thats what you could call it. The walls were white, like everywhere else in the hospital. Tatty sofas and chairs housed a variety of 'inmates'. In one corner was an anicent looking television. The image on it flickering every so often.

He limped across the living room, noting the piano in the corner. Eventually he made it to the television and dropped his cane on the floor with a clatter, indicating to anyone that was paying attention that he was intending to sit down. A small man with wide eyes and a mess of black hair took one look at House and scuttled off, mumbling to himself.

House looked down at the sofa and the single occupant that was spread across it. Long lengs dangled over the arm. House's eyes followed the occupants legs up to the occupants hips and eventually, with some wandering, up to the occupants head. It was clear she was paying no attention to him whatsoever. This was something House disliked greatly. He decided to stand in front of the television, blocking the view for anyone trying to watch.

A pair of dark green eyes snapped up to look at him.

"What are you doing?" She asked.

"I'm a cripple." He stated, thinking that got his point across perfectly.

"That's nice." She said. "Move."

House clutched his chest in an exaggerated act of hurt then quickly dropped his arm to his side. "You're hogging the entire sofa."

She shrugged.

House was becoming more irritated by the second. He didn't know whether it was due to withdrawal or his inability to get a rise out of the woman in front of him. He glanced over her body again, this time noting how skinny she was.

"Bullima." He stated, with his usual arrogant air.

Those dark green eyes looked up at him again, almost looking amused. "No." She said.

"Fine. An-"

"No." She cut in. "I have no sort of eating disorder. Idiot."

"Fine." He said again glumly. "Whats your problem?"

She sat up, blonde hair falling over her shoulders in curls. She was smiling at him now which made him even more irritated.

"I'm sorry." She said. "I was told not to talk to strangers." Then she pulled her legs onto the remaining part of the sofa, clearly not wanting to give in. House let his cheeks fill with air and then released it, creating a sigh like sound.

"Move your legs."

"No."

"I'm a cripple."

"I don't care."

"Move."

"No."

House sighed. With a sickly sweet voice he added. "Please?"

Instantly her legs fell off the sofa, giving him space to sit. He took it quickly, in case she changed her mind.

"There." She smiled, looking at him. "That wasn't so bad was it?"

He nodded. "It hurt, alot." He whispered dramatically.

She shook her head. "Idiot."

House smirked. At least he had found someone half interesting to irritate while he was here.

So what did you guys think? My first time writing House. Review please :D