Cuddy was at the front escrivaninha, mesa when she turned to see House walk in the door.
"Good Morning!"
House acted like he didn't hear her and walked por as usual. But something bothered Cuddy. He looked...sad. House got into the elevator and Cuddy ran and shouted for him to hold it open. He did not. Cuddy sighed and waited for the seguinte elevator.
Cuddy arrived upstairs and walked into House's office. He was talking with his team. They turned and looked at her. House kept his back to her though; he knew it was her.
" Can we talk in private?"
"Only if there's sex involved. Any yes, that is very blunt but I am trying to figure out a diagnosis right now with my team, and I have no time to explain my metaphors and analogies to you today."
"I'm sure this patient can wait a li-"
"My patient is dying! I have no time to talk to you about boy troubles or PMS or whatever because I have to save a life! I am a doctor, but obviously you wouldn't know what I have to do every day!" House shouted, and then changed the pitch of his voice to mock Cuddy," WHen I grow up, I wanna be the Dean of Medicine so I can play mais fun and games!" House growled and began to talk about his patient again, while his team and Cuddy stood there speechless.
He knew that what he said hurt Cuddy,but he didn't care. She didn't know what he was going through right now.
Cuddy walked swiftly out of his office, and for some reason, felt like crying. She didn't know why; House usually insulted her in some way every single day; but this was different. She felt like he meant it.
After the differential diagnosis, House paused and thought about what had happend. He then proceeded out of his office to find Cuddy.
TBC??
