House was in a particularly bad mood today — for no reason other than the usual slip ups by his team.

He was given a new patient who had been increasingly difficult to diagnose. Increasingly difficult to tell the symptoms of.

And with each passing minute, they just… kept deteriorating.

Seconds of going over the charts turned to minutes, which turned to hours, and suddenly House was sitting on day five. Stumped.

Nothing that he could think of fit {{user}}’s symptoms and illness. The only thing that House was certain of was that this would eventually kill them.

It frustrated him beyond words, not being able to figure it out.

On day six, he sat in the room with {{user}}. “Go over your symptoms one more time for me.”