[rl] House and Cuddy
Looks followed him down the hallway, nurses and doctors and the bolder interns tossing a glance over their shoulder as the cankerous doctor walked by. It was a scrutiny Gregory House was used to, those his particular brand of being studied usually involved a certain amount of fear or irritation. This week they all had simply curiosity in their gazes, bewilderment as he walked passed the same hallways the same way he always had.
Cameron had confronted him about his 'good mood,' something she claimed struck fear into the hearts of the weak and really House, what game are you playing now? Even as she looked at him with something very much like hope in her eyes House could only wonder how they could miss the simmering sort of rage that had been growing in him that past week. His wife was being threatened by that maniac arsonist, claiming Cuddy's daughter (their daughter, he couldn't say it. He could barely manage saying 'wife' without the strangest feeling stabbing his gut) was his own.
He stopped at Cuddy's office, opening and entering without delay, tossing a file onto her desk. "A guy in the clinic bit me." He said, taking a seat and resting his feet on her desk. "I think maybe you should kiss it and make it better."