059. Snack (House)
059. Snack
“If you eat any more of those you’ll get fat.”
Dr. Lisa Cuddy didn’t even need to look up to see who had spoken. She knew that voice, the verbal smirk that refused to even consider hiding, the know-it-all inflection, the harsh honesty of the words. The fact that she also heard the thud of a cane against the floor supported her conclusion. “I told my secretary to keep people out.” She answered calmly, eating another cookie without taking her eyes off the report. It was her mid-afternoon snack and she was going to enjoy it.
“Oh, you mean the pretty-boy who competes with Chase in the ass-kisser department? He’s asking his darling mirror who’s the prettiest one of all.” House quipped, starring down her v-neck until she looked up irritably.
“I already told you I’m not going to sign off on that surgery. The kid’s condition is too unstable.”
“Well, he’s going to die in an hour or so anyway if I don’t, and then I’ll show you the autopsy results. I’m right.”
“You’re always right, aren’t you?” She should be used to this by now… but the brutality of his words always hit exactly where they had to. “But the surgery will kill him.”
“Didn’t I already tell you he’s going to die in an hour?” House asked in his ‘speaking with morons’ tone. “But no… you’re being all mushy because he’s just so little and his parents are bigwigs.”
“If you hadn’t punched the guy, they wouldn’t have requested security!”
“Maybe you should’ve just beat him into compliance with your chest then. This boy does not have to die.”
“How sure are you about this?” She asked finally. “If you have the slightest doubt, this surgery will kill him.”
“Four hours worth of clinic duty.”
“Let’s go then.”
Her box of snacks looked quite lonely as she closed the door to her office behind her.
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“If you eat any more of those you’ll get fat.”
Dr. Lisa Cuddy didn’t even need to look up to see who had spoken. She knew that voice, the verbal smirk that refused to even consider hiding, the know-it-all inflection, the harsh honesty of the words. The fact that she also heard the thud of a cane against the floor supported her conclusion. “I told my secretary to keep people out.” She answered calmly, eating another cookie without taking her eyes off the report. It was her mid-afternoon snack and she was going to enjoy it.
“Oh, you mean the pretty-boy who competes with Chase in the ass-kisser department? He’s asking his darling mirror who’s the prettiest one of all.” House quipped, starring down her v-neck until she looked up irritably.
“I already told you I’m not going to sign off on that surgery. The kid’s condition is too unstable.”
“Well, he’s going to die in an hour or so anyway if I don’t, and then I’ll show you the autopsy results. I’m right.”
“You’re always right, aren’t you?” She should be used to this by now… but the brutality of his words always hit exactly where they had to. “But the surgery will kill him.”
“Didn’t I already tell you he’s going to die in an hour?” House asked in his ‘speaking with morons’ tone. “But no… you’re being all mushy because he’s just so little and his parents are bigwigs.”
“If you hadn’t punched the guy, they wouldn’t have requested security!”
“Maybe you should’ve just beat him into compliance with your chest then. This boy does not have to die.”
“How sure are you about this?” She asked finally. “If you have the slightest doubt, this surgery will kill him.”
“Four hours worth of clinic duty.”
“Let’s go then.”
Her box of snacks looked quite lonely as she closed the door to her office behind her.
Index Table