"Untitled"
Chapter Two
House limped into the conference room and nearly collapsed into his chair which immediately earned him a curious glare from Chase who had been studying the case notes from across the table.
"Where's the rest of the gang?"
"Running Tests You look like crap."
"Spent a late night with my piano."
The uncharacteristic moment of honesty didn't go unnoticed but Chase chose to ignore it knowing better then to shed light on the subject. Walking over to his boss, Chase handed the case notes over to House who immediately started scanning the pages for any medically relevant information. As he flipped through the pages the diagnostician suddenly had the strong sense of déjà vu. The patient was a young, athletic guy who had hurt his leg during a lacrosse game.
"Haven't we treated this guy before?"
"Not that I can remember"
"…"
House knew that wasn't right. There was something about this patient that reminded him of a younger Greg House, before the infarction and before his life had gone completely off the rails into a drug induced stupor.
"That's not even remotely true."
Getting up from the coffee table, the brilliant man of medicine made his way down to the patient room desperate to know if his theories about him were correct. Sure enough, there lying in a hospital bed was a young adolescent teenage boy no older then seventeen, even with his eyes closed House could sense a definite love of danger and a familiar devil may care attitude that was common within new jersey's adolescent youth.
Limping through the sliding glass doors, House greeted the young man with a non committal glare while making himself comfortable by his bedside.
"Who are you?."
"I'm Dr. Gregory House, I'll be the one saving your life today."