"I'm Pierce, you may call me doctor Pierce, do you have any health related problems that no one knows about yet," Pierce asked wavering.
God, he thought. He wasn't really good with patients. It's really the one reason why he became a surgeon except for the fact that he liked his career.
"For starters, she can't talk," the father pointed out. "You aren't good at this type of thing are ya?"
"Shatup or I'll put my fist where the money is," Pierce snapped automatically.
"Sorry did she ever scream before," he asked.
The father seemed to think about it.
"She ate a piece of steak, she could have got it stuck in her throat," the father answered.
"Right, maybe it has something to do with the brain to," Pierce commented.
"Like crazy," the father asked.
The mother hovered behind and stared at the doctor before her. She knew that he was familiar somewhere but she forgot where.
"Can it be something that is also messing with her voice," she asked.
"Not unless it has something to do with her esophagus," Pierce answered truthfully. "Now we will run a lot of tests, some pointless, others very, very painful but I'm sure it will help you in the long run."
He left a stumped father and an emotionally overwhelmed mother and bumped into House on the way out.
"I see how well you get along with patients," House commented sarcastically.
"You know you have a little narccistic problem," Pierce commented.
"You probably have a reason to be a bastard though," House continued ignoring him. "Was it problem with parents? A girlfriend? Heck it could have been a wife for all I know. I do know however that you hate people for one reason and it isn't because you want to," House finished.
"Great you psychoanalyze me, expect me to say yes to one of them and at the end try to end up on top. Sorry the world doesn't work that way and I'm not angry at the world," Pierce added. "Maybe if you weren't such a misanthropic idiot, you'd still have a girl."
House looked thoughtful for a moment and then smiled wickedly.
"You know that you are the only one not afraid to challenge me," House reminded.
"And nor am I afraid of Cuddy or buddist," Pierce said.
At that moment he accidentally bumped into a nurse who fell over and lost the files she was carrying.
"Keep it all together woman, that's why your husband dumped ya," Pierce snapped at her.
He turned to House.
"I am not nor will ever be the type that is teary eyed, emotional, or feel a need to tell you everything about me. I'm not going to be here all day and let you tell me what to do," Pierce told him.
"I'm your boss for the time being," House said.
"Yeah, but Cuddy is too and I haven't listened to her once yet so put a poor sock in it and hope you choke," Pierce snarked before pointedly heading towards the clinic.
House shrugged and decided it would be better to let him go and vent his anger.
"Listen old lady, Lassy is dead and you are allergic to the big old geeser you decided to stuff and keep as a token. First thing to do get rid of it. Second thing to do is to go out and buy a mole rat, who knows where you'd find them but at least you aren't allergic. Another thing to do is to get another dog or keep the old one and get allergy shots. Okay, speedo? Good," Pierce seen the woman run out in tears after he finished and shrugged.
He hated it when people were ignorant and stupid. Mostly though he got annoyed by the things that people got away with each day. He was just signing off on the case when he saw the mother of the little girl he had gotten the history of.
"I know you might not like me, I'm Lisa and I love them both fine but you've got to help my little girl. She hasn't talked since she was two and her problem is now a marital problem. I don't care about that though because I want my daughter better," Lisa explained.
"Did she ever have tuberculosis," Pierce asked piecing it together.
He now knew what it was or at least he had an idea.