Ch 29
House was humming to himself as he went about his day.
'Day Twenty-Nine:
One day left of this therapy journal…it hasn't been as bad as I thought…and not nearly as bad as the clinic. Today was a calm day, which I thoroughly enjoyed. The team worked on the patient…who I have already correctly diagnosed, and I watched my soaps and day dreamed about sleeping with Cameron in this office. I'll have to look in to getting her to agree to that last part. She's different than when she worked for me somehow. Feistier…I like it.'
He was finishing his entry for the day when Foreman walked in. "What's going on?" Foreman asked, handing over some paperwork that House would probably never sign. "Am I interrupting something important?"
"God no, you just got me away from that stupid therapy journal Cuddy's making all of us do. It's a relief, actually," House replied. He looked Foreman over. "What am I supposed to do with these?"
"Sign them…what therapy journal?" Foreman asked. "You've mentioned it before, but I was too busy to ask."
House narrowed his eyes, his good mood dropping slightly. "The assignment Cuddy gave us all…I bargained of course. Told her I would only do it if I got 2 months off of clinic." Foreman looked confused and a fire lit inside of House.
"But we weren't…" Before he could finish saying that no one else was assigned a therapy journal House was out of his chair and headed toward the elevator…Foreman knew that there would be hell to pay on Cuddy's part. Foreman chuckled to himself, however: she had actually managed to trick House…for an entire month.
House was ready to spit flames when he entered Cuddy's office. "YOU LIED TO ME?"
She hung up the phone without saying anything to the person on the other end of the line. "It was to help you out. You prefer to confront your own thought to doing clinic hours I imagine."
"YOU HAD NO RIGHT!!!!"
"House! HOUSE!" she yelled after him. But he was gone…had stormed out, something he usually didn't do until he had berated a person. He was beyond pissed.
