House walked into his office and sighed when he saw the thick manila folder on his desk. It was on top of his CDs, after all, and those medical history things were heavy. If some orderly had snapped Led Zeppelin in half, so help him, House was going to whine a lot.
He leaned his cane against the wood and sat down, flipping the folder open. Some guy in his forties. Hair: Brown. Eyes: Brown. Interestingness: None.
To make it interesting, this guy would have to spice up his resume. First, catch something other than – House glanced at the symptoms – typhoid, and, second, add some fun facts. Medical histories were always crap for literature.
He scribbled typhoid fever across the top of the first page with his trusty troll-adorned pencil. He stuck it between his teeth and considered the page. Spice it up, huh?
Like maybe… House took his pencil in hand and began to jot down whatever came to mind.
Hair: Brown shading to a kind of lighter blondish thing or something. Takes really good care of it. May be called 'pretty'.
Right. Good enough. And…
Eyes: Brown like chocolate. Also, like, when he's laughing they get all sparkly and stuff. And when he's mad they're piercing. And they're too large, they make him look too cute.
House sat back, satisfied. Now there was a thing that made him want to meet the guy personally!
Cameron, Chase and Foreman were all leaning their heads together to look at the nearly-healthy-again patient's medical history.
Chase leaned back. "Okay, seriously, is House in love with Wilson or what?"
Cameron looked into the empty and dark office adjacent to their room. She hazarded, "It might be a joke he's playing on us...?"
Foreman shook his head and pulled on his jacket, ready to settle this and leave. "Nope, House definitely has a man crush. Maybe you should look through Wilson's patient's histories. He could've started to daydream when reading through the history of a guy with a limp."
Chase laughed. "I can see it now: 'Has a horrible personality, but he's really hot 'n' sexy.'"
Foreman added, "Or maybe that would be yours, Chase. Should we take a look?"
Cameron covered her mouth to stifle the giggles as Chase flushed.
"Shut up, it's a joke!"