Disclaimer: I don't own House M.D.
House, only just now coming in at eleven o'clock, walked towards the hospital leaning on his cane, he started to arch his eyebrows as he approached the door; he saw through the glass: balloons, cake, laughter, and smiles. "What the hell is going on here?" House asked Wilson as he walked through the glass doors where he faced his doom.
"Bake sale, didn't you get the memo?" Wilson asked as he walked up to a table to buy a cupcake.
"You know I don't read my mail," House said as he picked up a cupcake as well and walked off with it, and towards Cuddy. "Cuddy!" House quickly made his way towards his boss.
"Oh, House," Cuddy said as she dug through the folder that she was carrying.
"A bake sale? For what, the cancer kids? You know-" House began but was cut off.
"Here," Cuddy handed him a piece of paper and walked off, she turned around to add one last bit, "One o'clock today."
"What?" House asked but Cuddy had disappeared into the clinic. He walked towards the elevator and as the elevator doors opened, Cameron stepped out with a file in hand. She followed House back into the elevator. She tried to hand him a file, but he was busy looking at the paper Cuddy had handed him.
"Twelve-year-old kid-" Cameron started.
"One o'clock Dr. Rieland? What the hell do you think that means?" House asked, as he interrupted Cameron in mid-sentence.
"I think that it means you have an appointment with Dr. Rieland at one o'clock. Now about the boy," Cameron went on to explain about the twelve-year-old who was just admitted, and House told her to run some viral tests. She walked off one way and House walked towards his office. Where he met up with Wilson again.
"So the bake sale, what was that all about? And who is Dr. Rieland?" House asked as he walked towards his desk and picked up his over-sized tennis ball and started to toss it between his hands.
"Well, the bake sale was to raise money, for your appointment with Dr. Rileand, who happens to be your new psychologist." Wilson said and winced waiting for any snide comments from his friend.
"Oh, how nice of Cuddy! Was this your idea? What the hell makes her think that I need a psychologist?" House yelled and threw the tennis ball against the wall with an extreme amount of force.
"Well, your volume and the intense rate at which you threw that ball against the wall, I think that you need it, plus who knows, maybe it would make you a better person," Wilson said and he walked out of the room. House thought to himself. He hadn't exactly done much work today, so why not, not do work in the cafeteria, with a comforting cold Ruben sandwich. The hour passed away and Cuddy walked into the cafeteria with who House suspected to be Dr. Rieland. He was about the same age as House, but his hair had more gray swifts through his hair.
"Dr. Rieland, this is Dr. House, Dr. House, this is Dr. Rieland, your psycologist."