"Hey Jimmy! Patient, exhibiting non-specific fatigue, dizziness, personality changes, weight loss and low blood pressure?"
"What's going on? I don't recall you being a first year med student- these are basic symptoms, surely the diagnostic extraordinaire can figure out a text book case of Anorexia Nervosa?"
"That's what I thought…."
James Wilson barely had time to look up from his paperwork, and House was gone, for a cripple the man moved damn fast. Something was going on with him. Was House trying to admit he had an eating disorder? No, he couldn't, could he? He hardly had the world's most balanced diet, but House? Surely he'd have noticed if he'd lost weight, if his eating had drastically changed?
Would Cuddy know what was happening? Cameron? Foreman?
Cameron would worry, that was unfair. House could be genuinely discussing a patient.
Foreman, well, he wouldn't want to be involved.
That left Cuddy. Would Cuddy know what was going on? Cuddy was observant, not as much as House that was a given, but she'd know, Lisa was sensible, Lisa would know what to do, wouldn't she?