The first session—One o'clock
"So Dr. House, I am Dr. Rieland and what I understand is that you are having some anger management problems," Dr Rieland said as House and he sat in the stereotypical shrink's office. Dr. Rieland sat in a large chair with a yellow legal pad in his lap and an expensive fancy pen in his hand. House refused to sit and leaned against the only wall space that was not occupied by a window or a bookshelf. Next to the window was a maroon, leather lounge chair. House refused to answer and kept looking at his watch until his hour was up.
"Dr. House, was I informed correctly? Are you having problems controlling your anger?" Dr. Rieland asked as he stared more intensely at House.
"I have problems talking to people I don't know," House said, his tone harsh and cool. But his attempt to get the shrink to stop talking failed.
"Well, let me tell you a little bit about myself then. I am happily married; I have three children, two boys and one girl. My dog's name is Sparkle, and I have lived here for fourteen years. Anything else you would like to know?"
"Yes, actually. Why in the world would someone name his dog sparkle? I sense that you have some deeper issues then just being a complete moron." House remarked and coolly waited for a response from the shrink.
"My daughter named him when she was three. I have my PhD, so I am hardly undereducated."
"Well, those who can't do, research and attempt to cower people into telling them their," House said and then proceeded in a very condescending tone, "deepest, darkest secrets."
"I'm sensing some trust issues. Can I call you Greg?"
"No,"
"What about those trust issues?"
"There aren't any,"
"Are you sure?"
"No,"
"So why do you believe that you don't trust people,"
"I don't want to be here," House responded like a three-year-old saying, I'm not listening.
"You'll find this will go a lot faster if you respond,"
"If I wanted solutions to my problems, I'd become schizophrenic."
"Well, if you didn't want to be here, why are you?"
"My bestest buddies thought that I needed help,"
"Well have you ever thought that you do?"
"No,"
"Maybe that's your problem."
Then there was silence no rude remarks, Dr. Rieland sat there scribbling on his notepad and House leaned against the wall and was tossing his cane from hand to hand.
"So, that end's our session for today, I'll see you next week at the same time." Dr. Rieland said.
"Thank god," House spoke under his breath.
"Congratulations for making it this far." Dr. Rieland said and House slammed the door behind him.