Chapter 4
Returning to work, great, being around people. House slowly limped into the hospital. He noticed that the pain was gone, but he couldn't give Cuddy the satisfaction of the ketamine treatment, he had to act for his plan to work. He entered his office and prepared for the worse. He was surprised when suddenly Cameron came out from no where and hugged him.
"Get off me," he said coldly, but she wouldn't move, "NOW!" he bellowed. She stepped back and looked like she was going to cry. She walked out of the room and Chase followed.
"Great way to come back to work," Foreman commented.
"O you piss off too you ugly Nigger," he did it, he officially offended Foreman. He felt a blow to his nose and he staggered onto the floor. His vision was red from the blood his nose was spraying. He landed next to a patch of old blood on the carpet. His blood he remembered. It was going to be his reminder of what he had to accomplish. Laying there for what felt like eternity, his head throbbing, his nose still bleeding freely, he thought of what he was doing was actually right.
Foreman, Chase and Cameron entered Cuddy's office. "So…how was his first day?" she asked.
"I wouldn't care for that bastard," Foreman replied venomously.
"He's the biggest asshole I've ever met," Chase answered angrily.
And for Cameron? She was still silently sobbing but her answer was evident.
"Was it really that bad?" Cuddy inquired. He knew House had probably changed from the shooting. Wilson already told her how retreated and independent he had become, but he never mentioned his mood.
"I can't work with him anymore," Cameron suddenly said.
"Agreed!" Foreman replied.
"It's either him or us," Chase stated.
Cuddy was suddenly intrigued how much the team hated him already, hadn't they always made it through House's ramblings and cold shoulder? Alright, I'll go talk to House.