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"Bad news, you're going to die. Have fun with that!"

"Talking again to yourself House?" questioned Wilson

Wilson calmly was leaning on the frame of the door that lead into House's office where House sat comfortably facing the back of his chair to Wilson. Wilson laughed this off and walked towards House just stopping a few feet back from his desk and stood there with his arms crossed and a gentle smile on his face.

"Are you talking to yourself again? Do we need to put you on more medication or will you just get addicted to those ones too?" Wilson said smiling and the insult he just threw towards House about his drug addiction to the pain killers he is on.

House turned his chair around holding a bowl in his hand. "I'm talking to my fish. Isn't he cute? Fishy, fishy, fishy," tapping the bowl as he said this.

"Doesn't that kill them?"

"I told him he was going to die, so it's no shock to him." House sarcastically said, placing the fish bowl down without any care causing some water to spill out. "Oops. Guess I should be more careful even though he's DYING!" he chuckled to himself.

Just at that moment the intercom loudly tolled, "paging doctor Wilson, paging doctor Wilson. Please report to the front desk immediately. That is all."

"Well time for me to go." He regretfully answered to the intercom.

"Maybe we need to put YOU on medication. I at least talked to something living, not some intercom." House laughed then soon stopped after realizing that Wilson had already left. House turned his seat around facing the window and sat there staring outside. He patiently watched some of the patients take a walk around the hospital grounds, and some elderly couple sitting on a bench, bundled up feeding some pigeons.

"Sick." He muttered under his breath

"Oh is it?"

House suddenly turned around only to find Cuddy sitting down in a chair across from his desk. Her posture was perfectly straight and she had a stern look on her face that house new she wanted something that he would not want.

"Did I say you could sit down in my chair?"

"I don't see your name on it." Cuddy replied.

"Give me a knife and I'll put my name on it then."

"House." Sternly Cuddly replied to his sarcastic yet truthful nature knowing that he would in fact, take a knife, and carve his name into a chair.

"What?" he questioned knowing he would hate the answer.

"You skipped out on clinic duty again, so to make up for it, you're working clinic duty for an extra 2 hours today."

"I can't."

"And why is that?"

"My fish died.

"The one that's swiming around in the fish bowl?" Cuddy asked pointing her finger towards the fish.

"Yeah, it's dead." said House hastily grabbing the fish from the bowl and throwing him into the trash. "See?"

"Just show up." Cuddy said as she stood up and walked out of House's office with a look of disgust on her face.

As soon as Cuddy was out of the room, House quickly reached down and retrieved his goldfish from the trashcan and placed him back in the fish bowl. "Maybe I should just leave you in there since you didn't save me from clinic duty." he said while raising an eyebrow. The goldfish quietly swam around his bowl.