Hi guys! Here is another drabble. It's a lot less angsty. Takes place in no season in particular.
I looked up 'biggest tumor' and the record seems to be 242 pounds (which means absolutely nothing to me. You know, metric system and all), I didn't really look into it. But apparently this tumor was discovered after the series finale, so it doesn't really make any sense. Anyway. Again, sorry for the inaccuracies.
Enjoy!
7. I saved a piece for you.
"Well," House sighed as he plumped down one of the chairs facing her desk. "That was tedious."
She looked at him for a second while she tried to figure out what he was talking about, mildly surprised to see him wearing pink scrubs. He looks like he's actually doing his job, she thought with an inner chuckle. "Your patient from the clinic," she remembered. "I thought Chase did the surgery."
"He did. It was tedious to watch. You should have seen it." He spread out his arms. "Forty pounds."
"What's the record again? Two hundred and forty?"
He smirked. "I love that you know this. Well, she was well on her way."
"How did she not realise sooner she was carrying a tumor that big?"
"She thought she was pregnant." Cuddy blinked a few times. "I know, right?"
"But the surgery went well?"
"Yep. Patient just woke up." He was going to get up and leave, when he seemed to remember about something important and fumbled into his pocket. "I saved a piece for you."
"What?" He threw a tiny lidded jar at her, which she caught without looking at it. "House, gross," she winced when she realised it was, in fact, a piece of said tumour swimming in formaldehyde. She tossed it back into his hands.
"Come on, Cuddy. Biggest tumor of PPTH. Don't you want a souvenir?"
"Ew, no. You keep it." He shrugged and turned to leave. "And don't tell me what you're gonna do with it!" she called out after him.