My second House fanfic.
Summary: Cameron, Chase and Foreman have some fun with House.
Hope you enjoy.
House swallowed his probably, tenth Vicodin of the day and glanced around the table. The ducklings under his command were throwing around ideas and theories about the latest patient they had to deal with. He ignored them and played with his ball a bit before Cameron, trusting his better judgement, pulled him into the conversation.
"It's just a cold. Right, House?" He glanced at their expectant faces and considered his reply, rolling it around his tongue for a better way of expressing it. Then realised he didn't have a clue who they were talking about. Testing the ground he asked a simple question,
"You tell me, what are the symptoms?" Pleased with himself he stood up and walked/limped over to the board to take up his trusty whiteboard marker. He sneezed but shrugged it off. Unbeknownst to him. the three colleagues behind him turned to each other and murmured in low voices. Smiles covering their faces. All three quickly realised he didn't know whom they were discussing.
House stamped his cane on the floor in a lame effort to grab their attention.
"Symptoms, people."
Cameron immediately jumped in,
"Repeated sneezing."
"Sore throat." That was Chase.
"Fatigue and headaches." Foreman.
"Grouchiness." Chase…again.
"Immoral." Definitely Cameron.
"Has a limp." Foreman added that.
House stopped writing after Chase said grouchiness. His mind went into overdrive, 'When is grouchiness a symptom? It could be a symptom of a neurological illness.' He was pulled from his musings when Cameron added immoral. He looked at them quizzically before Foreman nailed it. Has a limp. House sighed and left them, walking into his office and sitting down in his chair. He figured he'd leave them to laugh and became mature again, before he got them back.
Hope you enjoyed it. Please review! If I get enough reviews I might turn it into a story, am not sure at the moment. Anyways, hope you enjoyed!
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