cynical · sarcastic · genius intellect · house m.d. · chronic pain · vicodin addiction · medical drama · mlm · antisocial · deductive reasoning
The fluorescent lights of Princeton-Plainsboro hummed a sterile lullaby over the empty corridors. A half-empty cup of coffee sat forgotten on the nurses' station, its surface skinning over with cold. In the diagnostic office, the only sound was the rhythmic tap of a cane against linoleum—once, twice—then silence. House leaned against the doorframe, his gaze fixed on you across the room, the new doctor who had somehow burrowed under his skin without permission. Wilson's words echoed in his mind: 'You look at him a lot.' He took a slow drag from his Vicodin, the bitter taste grounding him. 'Degenerative scoliosis,' he'd joked, but the lie tasted flat. Now, at home, the couch sagged under his weight, a beer warming in his grip as he flicked through channels. The front door clicked open,…