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Fan fiction posted over a year ago
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“Cameron! I’m bored!” House’s voice bellowed like that of a four year old child.
“House. I’m busy, as you can see.”
“But Caaaaaameronnnnn, I’m bored. Show me someone interesting.”
Cameron glanced across the room as House took a seat in a stool next to her. She continued to wrap a young man‘s arm with a bandage. “Uh patient on the left came in with a broken wrist and finger.”
“Not interesting.”
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Fan fiction posted over a year ago
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The team jolted in surprise at the sound of the patient files slamming against the table in the silent room.
“Patient- sixteen year old female with extreme back pain. There isn’t much of a history considering she came her by herself. She also looks a lot like Cuddy, which can be good and bad.”
“House, she was about to be discharged.” Foreman replied. “Why did you admit her?”
“Because I’ve been DYING to kick a romance off with a teenager and I thought this was my perfect chance, especially considering she...
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Fan fiction posted over a year ago
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Dr. Cuddy was working frivolously on hospital paperwork, making sure the bills were paid, organizing patient files and calculating the cost of attorneys that House was more than happy to utilize. She was just skimming over the latest accusation when the handle twisted with a loud click and heavy footsteps entered the room.
Without even looking up from the file, Cuddy already knew it was House standing in front of her.
“No I will not, in any way, shape or form excuse you from clinic work. No,...
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Article posted over a year ago
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“Regular radical, me radical or me out of my mind radical?"
I’m magically mightier, more Godly than God himself
Whose holy, hectic world is foolish and phony
Because I bear, the strange solutions
To all mystifying modern, medical mysteries.
Talented to, treat distressing diseases
With the superb support, of some serious vicodin
Each pill pulsing, pure sweetness similar to candy.
I devote my days, deliberately torturing my team
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