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"Okay- who here thinks we're looking at only one dieses? House asked as he looked at his staff, he scanned the room to see any sort of hand raising motion, there was none.
"No one?" he asked "Good because you'd be an idiot to say yes. Now who thinks it's more then one diseases?" Yet again no one raised their hands. "You people are pathetic. It has to be one or the other!" House looked right at Foreman as if trying to burn holes in his face. Of course Foreman knew what was coming next.
"What do you think Dr. Foreman, or are you too scared to admit you have no idea?" House practically yelled, suddenly however his eyes lit up.
"Let me guess. You figured it out?" Asked Foreman sarcastic. House looked at Foreman with a long gaze.
"No, you did. Chase go check to see if there are any cuts or punctures under her nails" House ordered his Australian co-worker. Chase looked annoyed that once again he was chosen to go and do something. "Come on hurry up. We don't have all day." House shoed him out. The Australian half glared at him with his smoky blue eyes before he got up and stalked off.
House's pager started to beep, "My hooker just arrived, I told her 11 P.M., not A.M….sorry I've got to go meet her." With that House stood up his light brown with a touch of grey hair bobbled up and down, it much resembled him without his cane. As he left hobbling out he popped another Vicodin in his mouth.
House limped all the way down the hall. Step by step pain started to shoot more heavily through-out his leg. He stopped on a small bench and had to massage it, his leg felt better, but he felt ashamed that he had to always relay on a stupid piece of wood.
"House!" someone yelled. House looked behind him to see his best, and really, his only friend running toward him.
"James what are you doing here!" House said rather loud so he could make some passer buyers look at them. "I thought you said you were exhausted after that fun night that we had with Julie." People now stared at them fully, many raising an eyebrow or two. House just smiled while Wilson rolled his eyes.
"Hahaha, you're really funny. Maybe you should do stand up." Wilson said. "Hey do you want to go get a beer after work?"
"Are you asking me out on a date? Because if you are, I'm flattered and all…but I'm not gay. And just to let you know…I don't like Oncologist, their jobs are too depressing." House smiled up at him.
"That's really funn-Hey why are you sitting here?" Wilson asked cutting himself off as he looked down at his blue eyed friend.
"Oh they're very comfy, INCREDABLY comfy!" House joked to his friend.
"You're not going to tell me are you?"
"Nope. But to answer your question I wouldn't mind a beer…or five. Meet me in the oncology lounge at 7 tonight."
"Okay, I'll- hey wait a second, how in the hell did you get a key to the oncology lounge?" Asked Wilson confused.
"You know you shouldn't interrupt yourself so much. Oh and just to let you know, you also shouldn't leave your keys out…people can take them and make copies. I mean people CAN, but it doesn't mean they will." House laughed. His friend started to walk away.
"Sorry about your patient." House called after him. Wilson turned around his blond, but sometimes brown (depending on the lighting) hair swung with him.
"How did you know that Michelle died?" Wilson asked, "That was only an hour ago, no one should really know yet."
"You're my friend, I know you. If you like a patient you drink when they die. It's not good to drink away pain."
"It's not good to use prescription drugs to kill the pain either" Wilson argued with his friend.
"Uhm yah, that's what they're there for!" House said trying to make his point.
"Not that pain. The pain you had when Stacy left, when you found she moved on, when she came to you to help her husband, when she-" he cut himself off. He could see water swarming House's beautiful blue eyes.
"I'll see you later." House hoisted himself up using the wall for support. "Bye"
He walked a little further and hit the down arrow with his hand. He looked behind him to see Wilson just standing there, House walked into the elevator, there was someone else already there. As the doors shut, House looked at the man next to him. Who was holding his stomach and seemed to be in a lot of pain.
"You have an ulcer, just to let you know. Or do you already know? You should get it checked out, it can get serious. Have you ever thrown up blood? If yes then I'm positive you have an ulcer." The man looked at him like he were crazy. "Yes I am on drugs, but don't worry it's legal. You have skin cancer don't you? And you just got divorced. I bet you work hard, I bet you have a lot of stress on you too. You used to eat a lot of IBprophen didn't you?" House didn't wait for him to respond "Yep, well those cause ulcers. I could be wrong…nope you defiantly have an ulcer. Bye" House said as he hopped off the elevator.
House limped away to Cuddy's office. He was holding his leg, hoping it would seize the pain just a little bit.
"What do you want?" House growled at her.
"You need to buy a cane. You can't walk around without one. You're causing a scene. You know that!"
"No I'm not. I can if you want me to though. We can go out into that hall" he pointed outside "and I can say how I've kept our secret for three years!"
"Go buy a cane"
"You're not my mother."
"Well obviously you can't take care of yourself. I don't get you! You can make the right choice with any patient of yours, but you can't make any good medical choices for yourself!" she yelled at him.
"So you let other people make them for me. Like how you let Stacy do whatever she wanted with me after I put myself in that coma. Tell me, if she said to, would you have let her kill me?"
"No."
"I wish you would have. Because I rather be dead then having some nasty foot long scar and a stupid limp. You didn't have the right to do that!" House screamed at her.
"Yes, I did, because she said it was okay!"
"I'm taking off the rest of today!" House yelled before he limped out of Lisa Cuddy's fancy and well made over office.
He walked quickly to his Corvette, he just wanted to leave. He didn't even bother putting on his seat belt. He took off and began going 30 over the speed limit.
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