Post by Dr. Gregory House on Mar 18, 2009 14:58:22 GMT -5
House took a long swig from his drink while he tried his best to find work uninteresting. It was, wasn't it? After all, some albino kid just flew in from France. Sure, it was strange, but not at all interesting. The woman's problem was likely to be more mental than physical if she took that far of a trip for a doctor. Then again, if she was sane, she must be pretty bad, or at least think she's pretty bad. The otherwise bored doctor sighed to himself. That was a rational thought. Rational thoughts, however, usually proved to be wrong.
His eyes still locked onto the television screen, although he was only half paying attention. Well, perhaps a little more than that. Anyone would donate more than half of their attention when the two hottest women on any soap opera decide to have a cat fight. For a brief second, Gregory's mind settled on one thought; Motivation. It began as a reminder to himself of exactly what the characters' motivations were, but naturally spilled into another thought. As always, something clicked at the most random moment. Although it didn't contribute to a case this time, it perhaps did contribute to the young woman's well being. Perhaps Adell should be considered lucky that she had walked into Princeton-Plainsboro during one of House's favorite shows. You see, the idea of motivation caused some wheels to turn. Sick or not, people usually aren't willing to leave the country on their own, especially someone who was barely considered a woman yet. Someone could be dying, yet human needs would stupidly tell them to stay with their useless loved ones rather than go half way around the world to potentially save their life on their lonesome. Gregory House, being the nosy cynical that he is, couldn't help but wonder at the depth of this girl's motivation. After all, being albino couldn't help the social life back home at all. He swallowed the fluid. His interest was finally caught, if only by a hair.
"Actually," House added before giving Chase a moment of thought. His feet slid off from where they were propped with some difficultly while a hand reluctantly clicked the off button on the remote. "Scratch that last thought. If she came all the way from France to see some Yankee doctor, then we don't won't the accent to confuse her," He looked at Chase tauntingly while he grabbed his cane and drink before making a limp out the door.
A couple painful strides later, House came to what seemed to be the only occupied exam room. The placement of a file in the slot next to the door came as a small shock, but at least it was a pleasant one. It made life just a tiny bit easier. House carelessly snatched it out and swung the door to the exam room open.
His eyes still locked onto the television screen, although he was only half paying attention. Well, perhaps a little more than that. Anyone would donate more than half of their attention when the two hottest women on any soap opera decide to have a cat fight. For a brief second, Gregory's mind settled on one thought; Motivation. It began as a reminder to himself of exactly what the characters' motivations were, but naturally spilled into another thought. As always, something clicked at the most random moment. Although it didn't contribute to a case this time, it perhaps did contribute to the young woman's well being. Perhaps Adell should be considered lucky that she had walked into Princeton-Plainsboro during one of House's favorite shows. You see, the idea of motivation caused some wheels to turn. Sick or not, people usually aren't willing to leave the country on their own, especially someone who was barely considered a woman yet. Someone could be dying, yet human needs would stupidly tell them to stay with their useless loved ones rather than go half way around the world to potentially save their life on their lonesome. Gregory House, being the nosy cynical that he is, couldn't help but wonder at the depth of this girl's motivation. After all, being albino couldn't help the social life back home at all. He swallowed the fluid. His interest was finally caught, if only by a hair.
"Actually," House added before giving Chase a moment of thought. His feet slid off from where they were propped with some difficultly while a hand reluctantly clicked the off button on the remote. "Scratch that last thought. If she came all the way from France to see some Yankee doctor, then we don't won't the accent to confuse her," He looked at Chase tauntingly while he grabbed his cane and drink before making a limp out the door.
A couple painful strides later, House came to what seemed to be the only occupied exam room. The placement of a file in the slot next to the door came as a small shock, but at least it was a pleasant one. It made life just a tiny bit easier. House carelessly snatched it out and swung the door to the exam room open.