It was another day at the hospital; another day where he played God to all the sick people in the world, determining their fate whether they would live or die. It was an ordinary day until a teenage girl was rushed into the ER unconscious. The same girl he had seen just yesterday.
She was tragically beautiful as they pumped her stomache and her face went from a soft pink to a snow white. Her hair fell limp beside her, some pieces stuck to her cheeks with vomit.
House watched on as they pumped her stomach and checked her vitals. She was going to be okay but that's not what he was thinking about. What was going through his mind was the words she had said to him just yesterday. She was trouble; and maybe just maybe he wanted a challenge.
As she sat up in her hospital bed a few hours later her eyes danced with teardrops. He watched from the door as she quickly wiped them away.
"Hello there little troublemaker" he limped into the room saying.
"Hey cold hearted bastard…" she rolled her eyes and looked towards the food on her bed. It was carrots mashed potatoes and mystery meat…how appetizing. She threw the tray of food on the floor.
"Waita go, you lived up to your name", he smirked between comments.
"I didn't think there would be anyone else like her…" he paused, turning on his cane and making for the door.
"What do you mean?' she asked quickly before he could leave.
"Your mother, she was exactly like you… a little brat who always wanted her own way… always found trouble wherever she went."