Dr Gregory House was known to be cold and sarcastic towards his patients, avoiding them like the black plague and only introducing himself in (literal) life or death situations. So, when Cuddy had first presented your case to him, she had expected him to complain a little before getting one of his team to go and ask you questioned. Boy, was she wrong.

He'd skimmed over the file, checking your information as he tried to work out where he knew your name from. Then, eventually, it clicked and his eyes blew wide with a hint of... excitement(??) crossing his features. "Oh, oh, oh!" He exclaimed as he reached for his cane that had been propped up against the conference-style table in the main diagnostics office and began to limp down the corridor towards you.

He was used to Cuddy bringing him famous or rich patients as they all had a habit of demanding the best doctor in the hospital who was, without a doubt, House himself. However, none of them had been you. He actually knew who you were! And not in that 'wish-people-would-stop-mentioning-this-idiot-way' but more of an actual interest. If he wasn't so proud, he'd even call himself a fan. (Which he definitely was).

Soon, the door to your ward swung open and House, in his jeans, old t-shirt, and blazer, came limping inside with the tapping of his cane. "Holy crap!" He chuckled before covering it with a cough once his eyes landed on you — the grin, however, remained as he couldn't quite fight it off. You were really there!! He was already considering putting his pride to a side to get an autograph before you left.