HOUSE KINKMEME REDUX
HOUSE M.D. KINKMEME:
THAT'S RIGHT. LET'S GET THIS PARTY STARTED!!
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He shakes his head and crosses his hands over his cane. "It's not nice to beat up on a cripple. Especially when I was only doing your job for you. Some one has to look out for the most downtrodden members of the community."
"Very funny, House. Now, over the desk before I make you drop your trousers too."
He smirks. "You would like that, wouldn't you? But it is hardly fair to spank me just because YOU are too afraid to do YOUR job properly."
Her eyes narrow. "I can do my job quite well and I'll thank you to stay out of it too. A "Hooker Conference" is hardly what this hospital needs to gather donations."
"Exactly my point. YOU don't care about medicine anymore. You only care about how much money the hospital brings in. And what is supposed to be the point of all those donations if they aren't used for medicine?!" Now it's his voice that is rising.
She goes on the defensive. "We can't serve anyone if we don't have any money! All those expensive tests Diagnostic runs? Someone's got to pay for them!"
"Sure, as long as we don't run any tests on prostitutes, right? How about strippers, can we do those? Or Hooters waitresses, do they make it under the morality allowable community health care line?" He's all righteous fury now and he can see the conflicted look in her eye. He's halfway there.
"Stop it, House. Your just trying to get out of what's coming to you. We had a deal - you break the rules, you take your punishment and you get to work here."
He pins her with his most dominating glare. The one that sends even Wilson running. "And how about you? What happens to you when you break your own rules?"
"What rules did I break?" she demands. But she is crossing her arms in a defensive position, and she is clearly nervous. All he has to do now is go in for the kill.
"How about "Do No Harm"? You wear it on that little charm around your neck. Probably sandwiched between the girls right now." He notes her hand move to her throat and she touches the gold chain. "But how much harm did you do when let Volger into here? Six months of turning this community hospital into a pharmaceutical front. And giving Tritter office space as he shut down Wilson's practice, denying cancer patients their meds? All not to create a publicity fuss, right? You sold out cancer patients to avoid a public fight with law enforcement. Admit it!"
She frowns and shakes her head. He's clearly got her flustered. He continues, "And do you know why Wilson never ran his paper on doctor assisted suicide by you?" She shakes her head infinitesimally. "Because he knew you would nix it as bad publicity. Never mind that it's the truth. Never mind that HE was willing to risk HIS career to say what other doctors all know and the rest of the country needs to hear!" Of course he actually has no idea why Wilson didn't tell Cuddy, though it was probably for the same reason he didn't tell House either - both care abut Wilson's career. But the seed of doubt is planted now, and Cuddy's shoulder's slump.
She sits herself on the edge of the desk and shakes her head, disgusted with herself. "You're right, House. I do sometimes put the hospital's reputation before medicine. I can't believe that this is what I've come to. It's just so easy sometimes to forget the ultimate purpose of those donations." Her eyes look to him pleading for understanding. "Those prostitutes - those women - deserve community health care like everyone else."
House nods. "Good. And now that we have that settled," he limps over to her and lifts her chin so that his blue eyes peer into her gray green ones, "what again is the punishment for breaking one of Dr. Cuddy's rules?"
TBC...
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