Here I am again. And I'm watching the movie a second time even though it made me cry so much. This time I'm listening to music on my walkman when it gets to the "dreaded part" to distract me. Chapter 5 and 6, the last two, are coming as soon as I get them recopied and typed. BYE!
Part IV
Lisa stayed standing behind her desk. She looked at the group that had accumulated in front of her with hilarity. On the far right was a small, crying woman. Next was a large man with huge muscles – probably gotten by use of steroids. Or at least that's how it looked. Wilson was on the far left and right smack in the middle of it all was House. They all stood like that for a moment; Lisa surveying the group.
"Can we get started?" Lisa directed this comment to everyone, but mainly to House. Nobody responded. The man looked as if he would kill anyone who spoke to him. Wilson tried not to appear nervous, but it wasn't working.
"Is this going to take long? I have a dentist appointment." House said apathetically.
"You didn't have to come in." Lisa noted.
"Sure I did. Do you see the bowling balls on that guys arms? I wouldn't want anyone to be stuck in a room with him when he's angry." House shifted his leg. Wilson put his hand on his forehead and shook his head. The man looked ready to pounce. Lisa closed her eyes and rubbed her temples with one hand. She was getting a headache from all of this.
"You know what?" she finally said. Everyone looked at her. "How about we call it a day and come back in two days, alright?"
"But. . ." the man began.
"LEAVE!" Lisa pointed at the door, her eyes still closed, hand still resting on her temples. The husband and wife left and soon after was Wilson. House finally exited. Lisa collapsed in her chair. Sometimes she hated her job.
Back outside, House stopped Wilson again.
"Guess what? It's later." House tapped his cane on the floor.
"Oh, Greg. . . don't. . ."
"Hey, you're the one who asked to finish this later if I recall correctly. Anyway, it's not like you're going anywhere."
"Yeah, but you have work. . ." Wilson desperately tried to think of an excuse to get away and not talk about the drinks he had. Nothing seemed to sway House though.
"Ah, I won't miss anything. I'm not the only doctor who works here, you know." At that moment, Dr. Foreman, not House's favorite person, interrupted the pair. He obviously hadn't heard about what happened and directed his question to Wilson.
"There's this patient and I think . . ." he began but House stopped him by clearing his throat.
"Excuse me for interrupting your so very interesting query pointed at Dr. Wilson here, but may I ask you something?" House didn't wait for an answer. "Do you notice something wrong with this picture?" Again, he didn't wait for an answer. "Does he look dressed for work? Does look happy? And finally, does he look even remotely interested in anything you have to say at the moment?"
House was still clutching Wilson's upper arm. Foreman stared in disbelief at House. Why was he so rude to him? Foreman did look at Wilson and he met every criteria that House had questioned him about. Foreman sighed.
"How about you, House? I really think. . ." Foreman tried again.
"Do I look like I have any interest in what you want?"
"No, but then, you never do." Foreman shot back. House didn't flinch.
"Exactly. So why don't you run off and play hero with someone else that isn't me." House waved him off. Foreman mumbled something rude and walked off.
"I am not a psycho addict!" House yelled after him.
"You heard what he said?" Wilson was surprised.
"No! Who do you think I am? Superman?"
"But. . ." Wilson decided not to go there. He also hoped House had forgotten about what they were really talking about. He wasn't that lucky.
"So anyway. . . as we were saying. . ." but they were interrupted yet again as Dr. Cameron showed up.
"Does it look like either of us are working?" House asked frustrated.
"This isn't about a patient." Cameron looked confused.
"Oh. What is it then?" House seemed to want her to move along.
"Well, I wasn't expecting you out so soon and I was coming to see how it went in there. Is everything okay?"
House was about to say something but Wilson spoke up instead.
" She kicked us all out before we talked about anything. I mean she talked to the parents alone, but I don't know what they were saying." He explained. Cameron nodded while he was talking. Wilson sighed.
"Well, I have to go." Cameron placed a hand gently on Wilson's arm. "I hope everything works out okay. And if you get tired of talking to him," She nodded to House. House pretended to look insulted. "you can come talk to me. Okay?" She smiled pleasantly at him.
"Yeah, thanks." Wilson smiled back. House rolled his eyes. Cameron began walking away.
"See you, Dr. House." She called back as she made her way to a patient. House laughed.
