Disclaimer: I do not own House M.D. blah, blah, blardy, blah…
Well, I don't own it…Yet(-author laughs evilly as she thinks of plans to take over House M.D-)
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Sorry it's been so long since I updated! Thanks for all the awesome reviews!!!!This is set round episode 15 and the next one will be related to episode 16, so be warned!
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It had been a while since Tritter had left. He'd tried his best…kind of.
He'd said sorry to Wilson. He hadn't realized it was so hard to say it before. Well what else could of he done?
He had power, but not over Tritter. He really did owe Cuddy and Wilson one though. They'd saved his sorry ass. Well, he would have probably pulled through anyway, what ever might have happened.
He couldn't help but smile ironically though. Do clinic duty or go to jail!? He bet she had wanted to say something real threatening like that for a LONG time…
But he knew she wouldn't do that. He was the best doctor in the hospital, and he did his job. (Well, except for some of the clinic duty, but you can't really blame him for not wanting to treat patients who think they have cancer when all they really have is a cold, can you?)
He was confident that Cuddy wouldn't sue him that easily.
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House sighed as let his head rest on the cold desk of his office. He couldn't believe it.
They'd RUINED his plan. The desk felt cool against his rising temperature. Right now he was annoyed at his team. He was frankly pissed off. Damn them for sticking their noses in! They couldn't leave anything for one miniature fraction of a second, could they? But then again, he couldn't complain really. They'd probably got that off himself.
He'd been feeling increased pain for a while now after Tritter had gone. At first he'd blamed it on his leg, but now he was sure that it was something else. He didn't want to tell Wilson, because he would just moan or blame it on his leg or his so called 'Rubix complex'.
At the start he thought it was Tritter that was doing this to him. House knew Tritter well. Tritter wouldn't get off his case at the start, yet he had given up so easily in the end. Was it possible he'd slipped something into his pills or drinks - For revenge maybe? But it wasn't that – he'd checked. If he had drugged him, the affects would have worn off by now. And as far as House knew, he was sure Tritter didn't carry portable infections around to poison people.
A realization dawned on him after a week or two, and if his idea was correct, his life was going to be turned upside-down.
He'd taken a blood test. He knew his body was already changing, but he knew he couldn't use the hospital to do scans on himself; he'd have to go somewhere else to run tests. Even then though, It'd be dangerous.
If he did them here, Cuddy and the rest of his team (and Wilson) would want to know what was going on. And that would NOT be good. The one thing about not having a personal life is that when something interesting happens to that person, everyone else wants to know about it.
If they found out about whom he really was he would have to make them keep their mouths shut to keep the secret safe. And he knew that wouldn't work!
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So I pretended to be a cancer patient by using another guy's record from the hospital.
Of course that's when Cuddy and Wilson intervened. Then everyone else knew. I had to spend that week watching the others fawn over me like I was going to drop dead at any moment. I almost felt a bit guilty at making them think I had cancer. Like I actually have cancer! The idea in itself was absurd. Dr .House? With cancer? You've GOT to be kidding!
Luckily my team had bought my 'I wanted to get cool stuff injected into my brain so I would get high!' I mean, who would be that stupid and actually believe THAT? And who would actually go that low to get high?
He couldn't believe his team had believed it, but in the end it didn't really matter.
But there was still one problem – he was stuck.
He hadn't got any more ideas.
He couldn't use this hospital (Cuddy would easily find out if he'd faked some records now) and he couldn't use the other hospital. The other places were way too far away to visit without causing suspicions.
For the first time he was unsure of what he should do. Sit there and let the pain overwhelm him? Get high on Vicodin? Wait 'till the commotion died down, about which time it would have already happened?
He had to; he NEEDED to do something; anything. He'd never thought this would happen to him.
Wow, he couldn't help but think. My life's really screwed up now.
If his team found out whom he really was…
Well, let's just say he didn't want to think about the consequences.
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I'm still open for questions for House if anyone wants to contribute.
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