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An; what's House going to think of Chase I wonder
"Yeah whatever, like it matters, it's a bratty young kid" House said whilst sitting to his desk and doing a crossword.
"Excuse me Doctor House, that's a patient not just a kid, he's sick, it's not his fault now is it?" Chase said with a shocked tone to his voice.
"Err, no, it probably is his fault. He'll be doing drugs or something" House said, not really thinking about what he was saying.
"House, please talk to your new employee with some kind of respect" Cuddy didn't quite know why she was bothering saying this because she new he wouldn't listen.
"So you're basically saying you want me to be something I'm not" House said, looking up from his crossword, which at this moment he thought was much more important, out of the top of his eyes.
"Would it kill you?" Cuddy asked already knowing the answer was going to be something sarcastic or halfhearted.
"I think so" House said, tutting and picking his cane up somewhat suddenly, walking really quite fast out of his office and down the corridor in a random direction. Back in the office Cuddy looked at Chase, rolled her eyes, tutted, and practically ran down the corridor after House.
"Where are you going?" Cuddy asked once she caught him up with him.
"Does it really matter?" House asked, turning around, slamming his cane to the floor rather childishly and crossing his arms.
"Yes, seeing as you've got a patient and you need to do your clinic hours five hours to be precise to catch up on" replied Cuddy rather snappy turning round walking up to were Wilson was stood in the distance watching with a smirk on his face "I think he's finally cracked" Cuddy whispered to Wilson whilst looking at House picking up his cane.
"She's mad" House said under his breath, walking towards Alan's room.
"Who's mad?" Chase said, catching up with House.
House jumped and looked around, "no one, nothing to do with you, now what do you want?"
"I've seen some symptoms, with are patient" said Chase cutting to the point, and looking down at his papers in his hand.
"They are?" House asked, although he was rolling his eyes at Chase he seemed never to his eyes off Wilson who was staring at the two of them with something close to amusement on his face.
"Intense headaches and increased irritability," Chase said, wondering vaguely why House was staring at Doctor Wilson but fast learning to just not question some things.
"Well I'd noticed he was cocky - it's kinda hard to miss," House retorted impatiently.
"HOUSE!" Cuddy shouted out of her office looking up and down the corridor for the offending doctor.
"What do you want now Cuddy?" House asked looking around finally tearing his attention away from Wilson.
"PHONE." Cuddy shouted to House once again looking up and down the corridor.
"Who is it?" House asked; "God, it's like getting blood out of a stone."
"How am I supposed to know? Surprisingly enough they only asked for you, we didn't exchange pleasantries." Cuddy said, now getting angry with House. She had a theory; you could put up with a man like him, but only if you were in contact with him for a limited amount of time. Her patience was waning.