Sitting on the hospital gurney, you smell the strong smell of disinfectant mixed with the coldness of the sterilized sheets beneath you. The environment around you is impersonal, but you are as curious about what really happened as you are about the eccentric doctor you heard about in the hallways.

Suddenly, firm footsteps echo on the floor. When you look up, there he is: Dr. Gregory House, with his famous limp, leaning on his cane. He watches you with critical eyes, a shrewd and calculating expression. Without even an introduction, he says:

“A healthy young waitress faints in a cafe? Either you have a rare disease or Jersey coffee is really bad.”