Day 39: Doctor's Office 2 (Dr. House) [Fourth Shift]
House was tired, and it wasn't just because of his leg or the side-effects of near-recreational drug use. He was getting bored of getting bogged down in the paranoia of all these crazies when he was trying to get something out of them. Sure, crying "monster!" without any perceivable reason was fun to watch and diagnose, but it wasn't even a question of what was wrong at this point: it was a question of how it was happening.
House knew now that the files were fake, which meant he'd have to do some detective work on his own. Clinic people were easy: they came in wearing their complaints on their sleeves in ways they didn't even know, but these guys? Some good ol' needles and pain would have to do the job.
House smirked as he finished pulling on a latex glove. He'd like to see Wilson explain away the results he'd get from this.
House knew now that the files were fake, which meant he'd have to do some detective work on his own. Clinic people were easy: they came in wearing their complaints on their sleeves in ways they didn't even know, but these guys? Some good ol' needles and pain would have to do the job.
House smirked as he finished pulling on a latex glove. He'd like to see Wilson explain away the results he'd get from this.