Authors Notes: This is my first fan-fiction so please review. It will probably be three or four chapters long. My Beta is voldy178.
Disclaimer: None of these characters are my original creations, except for the patient in the clinic.
"Ah, level two still I see?" Said Wilson who was peering over the shoulder of House.
"No actually," said House propping his feet up on the coffee table and adjusting his position in an armchair, "I'm still on level one."
"Oh, to bad for you," answered Wilson, "you may as well give up now. And that way you can go see you're patient in exam room one. She has been there for…. two and a half hours," Wilson said looking at the clock. "I'd hop to it or Cuddy'll………"
Cuddy entered the room, "…. Or I'll extend your hours." " House get your ass out of that chair and into exam room one to see your patient."
"Well I'm having no luck with this game so I guess there's nothing better to do." House popped a few of his Vicodin into his mouth and headed off to the exam room. Cuddy seemed to be staring at him as he headed down the hall.
She soon snapped to it and she told Wilson she'd see him at the board meeting. Then she left. "Strange," Wilson muttered to himself before he left too.
House entered exam room one where he saw an elderly lady with hairy legs wearing flip-flops and a mini skirt. "Well, well, well, trying to be cool are we?" Said House when he saw her.
"No, no we're not," she said spitting across the room as she spoke, "but doctor I'm having trouble breathing."
"That's because you're sucking in your stomach," replied House in a know-it-all kind of voice. "Look lady," he said when she started to speak again, "you're a fat, old ugly woman. Get over it. Stop sucking in your stomach; be proud of the meat on your bones. Go home and change into some overalls, you'll feel better." House left the room.
House walked towards the elevator to take it up to his office, he pressed the up button and waited, and waited, and waited. "It's broken," Cuddy said walking up behind him. "And you'd know that if you paid even a little bit of attention to anything that went on in this hospital."
"Oh I do pay attention," said House. "He stood there waiting for some type of reply from the dazed Cuddy.
"Well pay better attention," replied Cuddy coming back to life. She walked away.
House groaned and headed towards the stairs. He popped another Vicodin into his mouth knowing that the stairs would be a challenge. But soon enough he was creeping up the stairs at the speed of a snail with a broken leg. It will take me at least twenty minutes to get to my office at this rate House thought to himself, and before he knew it he was stepping into thin air and he landed on the hard, cold ground. His head crashed into the broken radiator and his cane was jabbing into his chest. Everything swirled into blackness.