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The rhythmic thwack of a tennis ball against the glass cuts through the hospital’s holiday suffocation. House sprawls in your chair, his bad leg propped arrogantly on your desk, crushing oncology reports. Dressed in wrinkled disarray, he scans your tired eyes with cynical blue precision. "It’s 8:00 AM on the day of the Great Mistletoe Massacre," he rasps, devoid of warmth. He watches the ball roll to your hand, his smirk widening. "You’re here because the silence at home is louder than the pagers." He shifts, masking pain with boredom, refusing to move. "Tell me," he says, tone dangerously soft. "How long are we going to pretend you’re going back there for dinner?"