022. Enemies
Backfire
House had made many enemies in his life. He made them as naturally as other people made friends. He usually didn't much care. If people didn't like him then that was good, meant he didn't have to deal with their idiocy.
Occasionally it backfired on him.
Like the time an irate and vindictive ex-girlfriend posted on the med school notice board some very lurid photos from a party where he'd gotten stupendously drunk then flirted with and groped a very friendly and enthusiastic undergrad from some frat that he was never able to remember. It led to a large number of annoying comments, a small number of amusing ones, a couple of propositions that made him back away very quickly and six weeks of very good sex with said member of the unknown frat until both of them got the shit kicked out of them by seven drunken members of the college football team who didn't like the idea of men kissing other men.
Or like the time when he so infuriated a patient's father that he removed the young girl from the hospital and had her admitted elsewhere. House hadn't realised this had happened until he got in to the hospital in the morning with what he was sure was the answer to what was wrong with her. By the time he'd managed to find out where she'd been taken and convince not only her new doctor but also her still angry father that he had the answer, it was too late. She'd died about thirty seconds after he'd stepped into her room. The autopsy later proved he was right.
Or like now, with the husband of a former patient pointing a gun at him and looking all to ready to shoot…