CHAPTER 10-HISTORIES
It would certainly seem odd to the outside observer that Cuddy and I have so much patience with a man who warrants very little of it. I guess it has something to do with our histories with House. Cuddy and House have known each other since college. They met at University of Michigan. Cuddy was a student there, and so was House, after his expulsion from Johns Hopkins. They knew each other, but of course she knew of him before she ever knew him. He was a legend. She feels bad for crippling him, and she was the only one who would hire him after he'd been fired four times before. I think they've always been in love with each other, but they're too busy bantering and going at each other's throats to realize it. They continue to amaze me.
House and I met at a medical conference down south. We were at a bar, and some guy pissed me off so I threw a bottle at him, which broke a window. I ended up in jail. House saw me at the bar and decided to go down to the jail and bail me out. It was a nice thing to do, considering he didn't even know me. We've been friends ever since. When I think about it, it awes me, but our relationship is so unconventional that I barely even think about it. We are what we are, yet lately I've been questioning what exactly that is.