Chapter 18
Alysa was staring at the floor now, fidgeting with her socks. Abby and Auddy were listening more intently than they had ever done in their lives. House had obviously done SOMETHING to interest them...
House laughed, a rare, but enjoyable occasion. He loved parasites. So grotesque, and yet so... cool? He loved pulling them out of patients, not to mention diagnosing them with full grown parasites. Dr. Riley's reaction wasn't exactly the same, however...
"Oh stop being a baby!" shouted House from outside a bathroom stall.
Riley threw up... several times... "That was just... wrong... I'm so..." more throwing up... "... glad I didn't become..." puke... "... an internist or a..." vomit..." ... surgeon." He threw up once more before wiping his mouth with toilet paper. He stood up and exited the stall.
"You shouldn't have even become a doctor."
"What are you talking about? I --"
"You have no stomach. Maybe you're smart and inquisitive, and fine, you care, but you can't handle this."
"What are you trying to say, Dr. House?"
"I'm saying drop the lab coat and get a teaching job!"
"But I--"
House left the bathroom. 'This is so not over.' thought Riley. Although.. was House right? Riley could barely handle his cadaver labs in med school; he just threw up at a parasite extraction, for goodness sakes! Why did House always have to be right?
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"House!" shouted Riley from down the hall; House turned to look at him. "Give me... another chance. I really want to be a doctor. Please?"
"You can't always get what you want."