"I'm not going insane--again." House uttered at Wilson defensively. After talking to Cameron, he had immediately returned to his office to confront House. He was now arguing with House while making constant hand gestures at his desk, as House tried ignoring him from the couch.
"I didn't say you were. You were probably mistaken on the name." he stated. He shut his eyes and pressed his fist up against his forehead, attempting to rationalize things.
"You're about to imply it."
"Shut up House."
"Why are you stressed?"
"I'm not stressed. I'm thinking."
"You think I'm right."
"No. I think you're seeing dead people."
"I saw and talked to someone. You believe me, so you're twisting this into making me right so you don't have tell Cuddy--that I just might be hallucinating. Again."
"I'm trying to--look past this. I uh--no. You're not insane. You just got out of there."
"Maybe--being there with no reason actually made me crazy. Now that I actually have a problem they let me out--doesn't make sense does it?" he asked sarcastically.
"You had a problem. You went, you fixed yourself. This is--"
"You know what, we can deal with this later. Toni's coming in soon so."
"I don't remember you having a patient--"
"Atonette? Does that ring a bell? You read her entire file? She likes being called Toni. I personally agree, the mais simple it is--"
"Strong, right." he began to think about her again and while Wilson saw his face, he rolled his eyes and looked back down at his paperwork.
"She's fourteen, House."
"I'm well aware Wilson. I'm not a pedophile."
"The way you looked at her before certainly made you look so."
"And you would know." suddenly she had walked in. Surprised to see House again, her brows raised and she gave a smile towards him. He just gave half a smile back, along with a strange stare. She sat down in front of Wilson. While talking, she threw occasional glances back at House, who was staring intently--digging holes in her neck.
"House, what the hell are you doing?"
"Nothing, Jim. What are you doing?"
"I think you're creeping the hell out of my patient--"
"I'm fine, Dr. Jimmy." she addressed him playfully. House's smile grew bigger, and Wilson had a slight look of disbelief.
"I like her." House uttered with a smirk. Knowing that Wilson would retort with a pissed off tone, he got up from the sofá and left, wandering around the halls and floors aimlessly, avoiding everyone else. When turning a corner, in a dividido, dividir segundo his sight had been compromised por crashing into a figure. They both fell onto the floor, and sighed in pain. Opening his eyes, he saw Cuddy walking away.
"You used to respect me mais being a cripple than being fully functional! Now I'm not too sure!" he had called out. She was already several feet away from him when she stopped dead in her tracks, reluctant to turn around. He struggled to get up, using the mural as a lift. He quickly limped over to her, whose head was now bowed.
"Look--there's no use in you avoiding me forever. I don't even know why--" he stopped as she sniffled out of no where. He couldn't see her face, but he knew she was crying.
"What are the tears for."
"Nothing. Just let me be, House. I'm trying to walk away here?" she continued to walk away in a stressful manner and went straight for the elevator. She didn't even turn herself within, she just walked in straight, allowing the doors to close without looking back. Deciding not to follow her, he walked back to Wilson's office, running into Strong.
"Dr. House!" she called out. She saw him turn the corner towards the office, and met him half way. They then went toward the elevators, going for the lobby.
"What'd Wilson say after the addressing of 'Dr. Jimmy'?" he asked curiously.
"He's a really good doctor. Very nice. He doesn't mind me throwing a couple laughs his way."
"That's interesting. He just bitches at me when I do."
"Depends on the jokes. He might not actually be bitching. He could be just angry because he knows they're true."
"Right." he had a sense of entertainment, along with admiration in his voice at this new patient. The doors opened, and they began to walk out together into the lobby.
"You coming back for follow ups?"
"Kinda have to don't I? I don't know. I got a feeling this thing isn't over yet."
"Thought they cut out your ovary?"
"Should be that simple right," she asked as they stopped at the doors. She continued.
"I get hunches. I'm usually right. Sometimes that isn't always a good thing."
"So you think you're still dying." she laughed and then said, "If you wanna put it that way, yeah I guess so."
"Yeah well, life's a bitch. I've learned to live with that, so should you."
"You sure you've learned to live with that?"
"Why? I sound uncertain? Doubtful because I got a bum leg? No wait--that actually influences that."
"You can sound certain all you want. You can say you've accepted the facts of life. You can act like you have. Doesn't mean it's all legit. To be honest, I don't think anyone fully accepts it. It's natural not to."
"Lots of thought put into this. Very in-depth conversation for a first meeting."
"It never hurt anybody."
"But it's not rational."
"It has to be rational to make sense? Are you one of those people?" she asked with a smile. But before he could answer, a car pulled up and a man gestured her into the car.
"Good talk, Dr. House."
"Enough with the 'doctor', way too formal for me." he said, as she darted out the doors. Smiling at their rather pleasant conversation, he walked back to Wilson's office, not even thinking about his previously emerged problem.