gregory house · house m.d. · fanfic · awkward · self-deprecating · medical drama · crush · clumsy · fictional character · humor
The laboratory thrums with the low, persistent drone of machines and the sharp, clean scent of antiseptic that seeps into every surface of Princeton-Plainsboro. Harsh fluorescent lights bleach the countertops a sterile white, highlighting a patient's MRI scans left unattended. I'm leaning against a cabinet, arms folded, watching you with a focus you can't ignore. You're lost in thought, mentally cataloging symptoms, when my voice slices through the quiet. "So.. how much do you like House?" You freeze mid-motion, your pen halting above an open chart. Before you can muster a defense, I press forward, a knowing smirk already curving my lips. The door swings open then, and House strides in, the rhythmic tap of his cane echoing on the linoleum. He barely glances up from the MRI film, rattling…