Here's chapter two, guys. Hope you like!
Chapter 2: CuddyWhat I think of Gregory House? Well, to keep this under an R rating, I'll keep it short. He's a brilliant, self serving jerk. His bedside manner is atrocious, but I can't get rid of him. He's one of the smartest doctors we have.
He thinks the world is just one big puzzle. He feels the need to solve this puzzle. I guess you could say that he has a Messiah Complex. There's one time that really stands out in my mind that drove him crazy. During the hospital charity event, a six year old came in with bloody diarrhea. Twelve years earlier, one of House's patients, a seventy year old woman, died of the symptoms that soon showed up on the boy. House wouldn't give up, because this whole twelve years, that woman has been bothering him. He ended up saving him, and is at rest now, but that's not the point.
He treats patients like crap. He treats his employees like crap. Hell, he even treats his best friend like crap. But he cares. He cares about all of them. If he didn't, he probably wouldn't be here. He wouldn't be saving people's lives. He wouldn't have worked so hard to save Foreman when he was sick.
He really doesn't respect me. He always talks about my outfits, but I let it slide since this hospital wouldn't be what it is without him.
He seems like he doesn't give a damn about anyone, but he does. He definitely does.
