House entered Cuddy's office with his typical dramatic flair.
"You paged, my sweet?" He arched an eyebrow.
"You broke my MRI!"
"Technically, I broke the hospital's MRI, and it was for a good cause." He shifted a little, putting more weight on his cane.
Cuddy raked her hand threw her curls and sat down in her chair.
"You broke my MRI. I don't know if broke is a strong enough word. You destroyed my MRI."
"My fellow is dying." He spat out the word, as if that would make it less true.
"I'm sorry." He knew it wasn't a platitude, she really was sorry; Cuddy's guilt extended to all realms of the hospital. This had nothing to do with her, but he knew she felt responsible anyway.
That was ironic, he thought. Cuddy felt guilty that he put a member of his team in danger. He ignored his own feelings of guilt – guilt was counterproductive.
He sighed, and began to move towards the door. Her voice stopped him.
"Page me if you need anything."
He looked back at her with a smirk on his face.
"What if I need an MRI?"
Her yell of frustration followed him into the hallway.