A knock sounded on his door. Another headache to come along, he breathed it out, and just ignored the elevating raps.
"House--" Cuddy had muffled from outside.
"we need to talk." she continued with not only seriousness, but a deeper concern within her tone.
"It's open." he almost whispered. Apparently hearing him, the handle twisted and opened the door. Cuddy slightly launched herself back with surprise, taken aback at the sight of House.
"We need to admit you."
"I'm fine."
"You've been throwing up for hours straight. You've had constant headaches, your eyes are always bloodshot every time I walk...
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