House wasn't in his office when a nurse was sent to find him, though that wasn't anything new. It was a miracle he showed up at all, and when he did, he very characteristically showed no apology towards the patient who'd been waiting in his office for thirty minutes ( Read more... )

The good thing about self-righteous patients was that they usual didn't stick around in House's office for long. Same went for the rest of the people at this damn place, all of them boring and all of them unworthy of House's time. The diagnostician wanted to head back to their crappy temporary living quarters in town, but Wilson was his ride and ( Read more... )

Yeah, so maybe dosing Wilson with amphetamines hadn't been the wisest thing of House to do, but it had been pretty damn funny and proven his point, which was all he wanted to accomplish in the first place. His friend was as much of a loser and a two-faced liar as everyone else, but he preached as if he wasn't, which was what made him so irritating ( Read more... )

After the potato chips, a soda, and the rest of Wilson's sandwich, House's stomach felt pretty damn satisfied even if his mind didn't. Everyone in this place was the same, it seemed: Equally annoying and equally uninteresting. He'd expected some amount of variation among the (diagnostically boring and easily explained) symptoms of psychosis and ( Read more... )

The door was unlocked, but the sign hanging on the front of it read "The Doctor is OUT," as if the person inside was banking on the disgusting timidity of humans to keep his peace and quiet. Of course, "peace" and "quiet" were relative terms; cheesy music and badly-delivered dialogue came out strong from the small television that sat on the edge of ( Read more... )