Head like a hole

[dr_gregoryhouse]

Who: House, Foreman; open to all.
Where: House's apartment the day after he got drunk > Vogler Conference Room.
What: House wakes up in pain in more ways than one/House goes to teach the darn class (though will he actually teach anything is the question).
When: Wednesday 29th March, 2006; arrives to work 10.45AM, late for the class.
OOC: Because it

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[dr_gregoryhouse]

“See?” House accused, pointing at him. “You’re a moron.” He ignored the highly offended look the student was giving him, as well as the incredulous looks that all the other students around him were displaying. “Everybody lies,” House continued, and the moment that statement left his mouth he was suddenly reminded of Cuddy confronting him with that in Coma Guy’s room two days ago before she figured out what was going on. He pushed that thought defiantly from his mind, pressing on in a sharper voice, “And the best way to treat a patient? Is to treat them with that mentality in mind.”

“Is there a point to this?” the student shot back indignantly.

“I’m just pointing out how much of a screw-up of a doctor you’re gonna make.”

The moment he said that House knew he’d pushed it too far. Not that he cared, really. The student instantly started gathering his books together, slapping them loudly on top of each other before he stood up abruptly, looking completely humiliated by House’s attacks on him. “I’m not putting up with this,” he said. “You have no right to talk to us like that.”

“I gave you the opportunity to leave,” House returned, shrugging his shoulders as though he couldn’t have cared less. “Your bad that you stayed, not mine.”

“You ought to be reported.”

House cupped his hand to his ear, leaning forward as though he was hard of hearing. “Is that a threat I hear?”

The student merely huffed angrily, snatched his books and bag up and began to shuffle out of the row of seats.

“So, is this how you’re going to react to every asshole doctor who’s above you?” House pushed, watching the kid merge into the aisle. “Coz I gotta tell ya,” he continued sarcastically, “you’re gonna to meet no end of arrogant asshole doctors during your year of residency. Doctors who’re going to treat you like you’re not worth spitting on. What’re you going to do then? Huff like a big baby, threaten to report them and then storm out like a hormone-crazed teenaged girl?”

“I’m reporting you to Dr. Cuddy,” the student shot back as he stalked up the aisle towards the exit.

“Wow, I’m terrified,” House replied dryly. As the kid slammed his hand on the door and exited, House called after him, “Tell her I said hi for me while you’re at it.”

The door slammed, the loud banging echoing around the room. The rest of the students sat there, dumbfounded by the exchange that just happened, while House stared at the door, knowing he was probably going to cop an earful from Cuddy about this later, but not giving a shit about it at that moment. He felt a little better, a little less angry and his headache had dissipated a little.

“Well,” he began after a small stretch of silence, turning his eyes towards the class again, “anyone else want to leave while the opportunity is still there? Shall I give you a prompt? Count backwards from ten, perhaps? Ten? Nine? Eight?” Two students started packing up their things and rose from their seat. “Seven? Six?” They moved out into the aisle and quickly left the auditorium.

“Fivefourthreetwoone,” House finished in a rush, turning away from the class and heading towards the whiteboard. He glanced at his watch. Only ten minutes had passed. He still had another forty minutes to go. Jesus. “Okay, well, that’s settled, then.”