You must, absolutely must (no exceptions), read the OOC before posting here. Also I should have posted the thread with a maturity tag and unfortunatly I cannot change it; therefore, just like the show, The RP contains elements that may be disturbing and is intended for mature audiences only!
The incessant beeping of his pager was one of the things Dr. Gregory House hated more than anything else. If someone asked him why he probably wouldn’t be able to tell them because he loved his job and he didn’t mind getting up in the morning to go there. It might have been the pain, but he had medicine for that; that being said it remained a mystery even to him, although it may have been the fact that most of the time his pager rang it was over a trivial or uninteresting case. At this point in his life typical medical work had groan dull to Dr. House. He has seen almost all of the common ailments and he could diagnose them without even seeing the patient. House is one of, if not, the best doctors at Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital and because of his expertise he has been granted leniency after leniency which has made the job far easier. House is rather anti-social, rarely seeing patients and even more rarely caring about them. His superiors have kept him on despite the fact that he has been reckless, sarcastic, and only takes cases that he find interesting. It wasn’t his fault he was uninterested, but all he cared about at this point in his life was taking jobs that helped him learn.
Dr. House groaned and rolled over on the couch to look at his pager. He hadn’t woken up immediately; in fact he started to think he was dreaming about being bothered over trivial work. Once he opened his eyes he realized it was really going off and he would have to at least look at it. He reached an arm out from under the blanket he had draped over himself the night before. Several objects rattled against each other as he pushed them around with his arm. With a crash a shot glass from the night before had fallen to the ground and House groaned out of frustration. He muttered what was likely a curse as he felt around on the floor for his cane. His hand met the cane fairly quickly, he always kept it close to where he slept, and the cane met all of the objects on the coffee table. It wasn’t long before everything that was on the coffee table had met the floor and that damned beeping noise had stopped. House sighed with relief at the silence and slowly sat up on the couch. He yawned and then cringed in pain; the Vicodin had worn off already. The night had been rough, actually the last few nights had been. Dr. Cameron and Dr. Foreman had quit and House had no choice but to fire Dr. Chase. To make matters worse House had had a very difficult case that he had to solve alone. This normally wasn’t a problem but it would have been helpful to have a few heads to bounce ideas off of. Dr. House sighed again and reached into his jacket pocket, which he was using as a pillow, to grab his bottle of Vicodin. Do not take with alcohol the label read, he knew that already but he didn’t have anything else to drink and he wasn’t going to walk all the way to the kitchen. House took one of the unbroken bottles from the floor and poured some of the whiskey into an unbroken glass.
He didn’t bother to call the number on the pager back; instead he just picked it up, threw on his coat and left the apartment with a yawn. It was early, only about five, so the traffic was going to be light and it wouldn’t take long to get to the hospital. House really was getting reckless at this point in his life. Motorcycles are dangerous enough as it is but driving a motorcycle with a bad leg is just asking for trouble. House jumped on the bike, slid the cane in the little carrier he attached to the side, and rode toward the hospital ready for another day of pointless clinic work and likely another trivial case.
Dr. House walked through the front door of the hospital but not before noticing the paramedics brining another poor sap into the emergency room. Normally he may have looked or at least a normal doctor would have looked, but House didn’t find it interesting enough. It was likely that it was only a car accident or a heart attack, something common and boring. After entering the hospital Dr. House immediately saw Dr. Lisa Cuddy. In an attempt to avoid her he span on his heel and attempted to walk to his office.
“Dr. House,” she said with an annoyingly commanding tone that for some reason House always found attractive. He stopped in his tracks but didn’t turn around.
“There are patients in the clinic and the clinic is down the hall, in case you forgot,” Dr. Cuddy explained in a belittling sarcastic tone.
“And your shirt is rather low cut, come to think of it,” House said as he slowly turned around.
“Your breasts look perkier than usual, are you pregnant?” “Not funny House,” she said with the cold attitude that just screamed how frustrated she was with his sarcastic attitude.
“I was just playing your game, you know stating what everyone in here already knows,” Dr. House was pushing it today, but he was cranky and this was the kind of thing he did everyday. Dr. House was always sarcastic and he was far too valuable to the hospital to have to worry about any consequences that could come from minor sexual harassment like this. Dr. Cuddy sighed before saying,
“Just please House do you clinic hours and then you need to get a new team together.” House smiled and asked sarcastically,
“What is wrong with my old team?” Cuddy’s response was said with failing patience,
“You fired them all, now when you are done with you hours go to our office and look through those damn resumes, and you need to hire a new team.” Mockingly Dr. House pretended to whine about having to hire a new team while walking toward his office. He called back before disappearing around the corner,
“Don’t worry I will hire someone right away and I will have them get right to my clinic hours.”