"Alright, entertain me."
His assistant resisted the urge to slap him one. "Male, forty years of age, name Hideto Takarai, born in Wakayama Japan, height five foot ten…." She slipped the yellow envelope into his sight. His eyes looked at it briefly before he shoved it out of his sight. His cane stopped, his head turned to her. "I see no big deal with this guy. What's up?" he asked, his voice dripping with boredom. His assistant looked through his eyes and into his soul, hoping to find something to grasp onto.
She got nothing.
"What is up" she replied hotly, "With this guy is that he's in perfect condition, and yet manages to collapse in his own apartment due to a headache. Explain that." She again shoved the envelope in his direction, hoping that he would take it with his own two hands. Again, she got nothing. Why was she trying again?
"Dehydration. Give him some water and he'll be good as new." His cane began to move again, this time heading for the elevator. It was close to the time that he went home…. Wonder what's for dinner?
"House!"
He heard his name being called. His cane stopped. He turned his head over his shoulder. "What?" he asked, clearly exasperated. He lifted his head and dragged his eyes to the ceiling. "Dr. Hadley, I see no reason for me to give any crap about this patient." He sighed and bent over, looking closely at the tiles on the floor. "Did you know that they seal this stuff with plaster?"
"House!" she called again, hoping for some connection. "He collapsed when he's healthy. He had just finished eating dinner, his body was hydrated." She folded her arms, unwilling to give up.
The lights above them were dim, and murmurs could be heard through the walls. The hospital was as alive as ever. This was so boring.
House turned to her again, ignoring her reply. "You know, we really should get this checked out. I found a crack." Thirteen tried her best not to shout at him. "What should we do about the patient?" she asked in a clear calm voice. Must… resist…. Urge… to slap…. "Give him thirty milligrams of sodium chloride mixture, along with crushed vitamins in his next meal. Have him out of here by tomorrow." House rose from his position and walked out, his cane thumping gently against the white tiled floor. Thirteen breathed a heavy sigh. This was going to be a long night.