It's not much. It's actually close to nothing. But I intend to start a House M.D-fanfic and just wanted to write something quick and short to possibly see if anyone had any feedback on my writing before I began.
Also, I apologize for possible errors and misspellings; if there are any I blame Microsoft word.
Enjoy this short little drabble and don't be afraid to give feedback!
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Even showing up at the hospital this fine day could count as something completely out of character for Gregory House. Limping through the halls he cursed under his breath from the pain that sent hot waves through his body and had droplets of sweat gathering by his hairline.
He was doing himself a favor, something to make himself feel better and he wouldn't lie to himself, he was at the hospital because in the end he felt good being there, well, mentally. The walk was all other than pleasant and the pain had him even considering for the shortest of moments to find a wheelchair.
Reaching his office and ultimately his chair, House felt a feeling that had to be similar to what the crew of Apollo 13 felt when reaching earth, and he didn't find this to be an exaggeration. His eyes flew over the desktop and the variety of things he could entertain himself with; A Rubik's cube, Newton's cradle, a stress ball and a pack of paper clips, but in the end his eyes landed upon the orange container of Vicodin, cursing his better knowing. He'd had plenty this morning and would most certainly fall into a coma if he took anymore; admittedly the world was already spinning around enough as it was. But as if his aching leg wasn't enough, what really was taking its toll on him was the unpleasant state of boredom that settled as he sat down in his office, the slight pain relief causing his head to be able to focus on something other than his leg, and thus realizing that he just went to work on a day off.
