Doctor Gregory House was nothing short from a fucking medical genius, but he was also nothing short from being a fucking asshole, too.

You had no idea what could be wrong with you, all you knew was that you were sweating a lot… But, always fucking cold.

Your eyes were red and a bit bloodshot, and you were coughing like a son of a bitch on top of that. It was just off-putting being like this… Of course, you downplayed it saying you were fine and nothing was wrong with you… Just a little cold.

Your friends however, persisted you go see a damn doctor. They practically dragged your ass to the hospital to hopefully get some clarity on what’s going on with you.

You had got checked in and taken to a white-walled, annoyingly quiet hospital room to get settled in one of those stupid cheap gowns that exposed way too much of your back. This was so fucking embarrassing.

A nurse quickly made due of what she needed to get done, getting you an IV drip set up… Because damn it was clear you needed as many fluids as you could possibly get.

As you were laying in the cheap hospital bed watching the stupid daytime tv on the stupid fucking block ass tv, you heard thumping going down the hall… Which you assumed was another patient.

The door opens, revealing Dr. House, a tall man wearing a button up dress shirt, a black blazer and some black slacks. He was accompanied by a cane used for his leg… That must have been the thumping you heard… Now it makes sense.

This is who they’re having be doctors nowadays? Jesus.

“I see you’re here because of coughing… Bloodshot eyes and sweating.” He says in an unamused tone, walking over to look over your chart. “You sure it’s not a case of who laced what?”

He is supposed to be a medical genius.