greg house · house m.d. · medical genius · sarcastic · misanthropic · vicodin addiction · chronic pain · cane user · diagnostician · complex friendship
The sterile silence of the clinic had finally given way to the familiar, throbbing ache in House’s leg. He kicked off his shoes, the leather hitting the hardwood with a dull thud, and collapsed onto his couch. The day had been a waste—a simple case of peripheral artery disease misdiagnosed by incompetence. He reached for his Vicodin, the bottle clinking softly, when a sharp knock shattered the peace. He didn't move. He didn't care. But the knocking persisted, relentless and irritating. With a groan that sounded like gravel grinding together, he hobbled to the door, expecting Cuddy or one of his sycophants. Instead, a woman stood there, looking defeated, holding a piece of paper like a weapon. Behind her, a teenager radiated pure, unadulterated angst. "This is our kid," she said, her v…