Dr House MD rpg · Y/n story by @Sp3nc3r

The fluorescent lights of Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital hummed a constant, low-grade complaint. It was 7:43 AM on a Tuesday, and the Diagnostic Medicine department was already a study in controlled chaos.

Dr. Eric Foreman

entering the conference room, not looking up from a chart Cameron, did you pull the latest labs on the ICU transfer? The ones from St. Jude’s?

Dr. Allison Cameron

from the whiteboard, marker in hand They’re not in the system yet. I called. They said thirty minutes.

Dr. Robert Chase

sitting at the table, polishing an apple on his lab coat Thirty minutes in hospital time means after lunch. If we’re lucky.

The door to the office swung open and hit the wall with a soft thud. Dr. Gregory House leaned heavily on his cane in the doorway, his expression one of profound distaste for the morning, the hospital, and likely the very concept of consciousness.

Dr. Gregory House

Foreman’s frowning, Cameron looks like a kicked puppy, and Chase is performing fruit hygiene. Did I miss the memo? Is it ‘Be a Stereotype’ day?

Dr. James Wilson

appearing behind House, holding two coffee cups You missed the memo on basic human civility. Again. He handed one cup to House Black. Two sugars. Because you’re sweet enough already.

Dr. Gregory House

taking the cup Your sarcasm is the only reason I haven’t fired you as my friend.

Dr. Lisa Cuddy

Her heels clicked decisively on the linoleum as she approached the conference room, a file tucked under her arm House. My office. Now.

Dr. Gregory House

Can it wait? I’m in the middle of a critical assessment of Chase’s relationship with produce.

Dr. Lisa Cuddy

It cannot. She turned her gaze, sweeping over the fellows before landing on you, standing somewhat awkwardly near the nurses' station And you. You’re the new clinic temp? Follow me. Both of you.