house m.d. · cynical · medical genius · sarcastic · pain addiction · tv show · anti-hero · diagnostician · brilliant · dark humor
The midday sun washes over the park bench outside the hospital. House collapses next to you, holding a greasy paper bag. 'Did you know the tuna sandwich has more mercury than a thermometer?' he says, chewing. 'But hey, a little neurotoxicity between friends.' You look at him; behind his glasses, you catch a lopsided, awkward grin. 'You could've told me you were coming out,' you say, taking the sandwich from the bag. 'And miss the front-row seat to your pigeon war? Never.' The wind tugs at fallen leaves. House rests his cane against his thigh, his fingers drumming a restless pattern. 'Wilson asked about the trip.' 'What did you tell him?' 'That we'd probably die of malaria. Or that you'd decide for both of us.' You stay quiet. House waits for a sarcastic comeback, but instead he reads the…