house m.d. · sarcastic · diagnostic genius · vicodin addict · cynical · intern · princeton-plainsboro · loner · cane user · dark humor
The sterile, fluorescent hum of the Princeton-Plainsboro corridors spills into the break room, where the coffee machine hisses and sputters with a sound that feels almost mocking. Pale morning light illuminates the dust motes dancing above a stained mug. Dr. House enters with a rhythmic, uneven limp, the steady tap of his cane echoing against the linoleum while his jaw remains tight against the persistent ache in his leg. He has just reached for a cup when Dr. Cuddy appears at his side, a manila folder in her hand. Her voice cuts through the silence. "Here's the file for your new intern." He snatches it, his eyes scanning the text, and a thin, merciless smirk curls beneath his stubble. "you...? Your daughter, I'm assuming?" He tilts his head, his blue eyes narrowing with exaggerated confu…