Chapter 9
House looked down at the newest interviewee's resume. He really liked this girl (not in a way that he didn't like Stacey), but there was something she wasn't telling him. Oh well, House loved a good mystery.
"Hematolgy, huh?" said House, "What is it with you people and the circulatory system?"
"I'm... sorry..." said the young girl confused, "I'm not sure what you mean, Dr. House."
House looked up ignoring her question. "Whatever. You're hired."
The girl looked both surprised and overjoyed. She jumped up and offered her hand, but once again, House ignored it. She awkwardly and slowly brought it back to her side.
"You don't know how much this means to me!" she said acting giddy.
"Yeah... yeah... yeah..." said House, "I get it." He started playing with his tennis ball. Who'd he get next? An electrophysiologist?
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"You have GOT to be kidding me." House stared down at the lastest resume as his newest fellows worked their's (and his) clinic duty.
"Um... I'm sorry?"
"Ohhh... nothing. How's electrophysiology (said quite slowly for dramatic effect to make his new fellow look dumb) treating you?"
"I like it well enough. I feel it's a very import-"
"I didn't ask why you like it or why you chose it. I asked how it was treating you." House glared at the young man.
"It's rough. The hours are long, especially after med school. The transition was wierd, but I'm really starting to like it."
House continued to stare; this only made the young man more uncomfortable.
"Be here tomorrow morning at 8. Go see Dr. Cuddy in her office before you leave."
"Does... that mean I got the job?"
"No Einstein," House quipped. He started to bounce his tennis ball again as his third and final fellow left. What was it with them and the circulatory system? Ever hear of variety?