Cuddy was curved against the blue tiled wall of the showers as House buttoned his shirt up to his chest. Her face was pouted and her eyes icy as she waited for him to acknowledge her.
“What did you say to him?” Cuddy hissed, taking a step forward, her heels pinning House’s bag to the floor, stopping him from leaving.
“I must be dyslexic.” House
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