"Careful. You might get an ass-to-mouth disease if you keep it up." House raised an eyebrow, a hint of a smirk twitching at the corner of his mouth. People really did try the oddest of things in order to get their way sometimes, didn't they. "And the doctor attending should've already diagnosed pretty little Abagail when she first came in. Of course, maybe he had the all too contagious thumb-up-ass disease."
Both eyebrows raised at that point -- though he then lost his interest in mister Jerome John Jay whatever the hell, looking past him and towards the nurse walking all too slowly past the office door. What was this, some kind of mission impossible?
Turning his attention back to Joe Schmoe MD, House readied his ear pieces, thisclose to sticking them back in and going right on back to his prog-rock kick. "Whatever she's got, you can figure it out. Not my problem."
Of course, the flippancy of it all was insane enough in its 'don't give a damn'ness to almost be daring the guy to prove him wrong.
Or maybe House just wanted to get back to his damned music.
Both eyebrows raised at that point -- though he then lost his interest in mister Jerome John Jay whatever the hell, looking past him and towards the nurse walking all too slowly past the office door. What was this, some kind of mission impossible?
Turning his attention back to Joe Schmoe MD, House readied his ear pieces, thisclose to sticking them back in and going right on back to his prog-rock kick. "Whatever she's got, you can figure it out. Not my problem."
Of course, the flippancy of it all was insane enough in its 'don't give a damn'ness to almost be daring the guy to prove him wrong.
Or maybe House just wanted to get back to his damned music.
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