After House had insulted Cal, he walked to the elevator and walked to his office. He threw open the door and walked inside to his personal office. His team was sitting at the conference table in the adjoining conference room. Once House sat down in his favorite chair, his team came into his office.
    “House!” Thirteen excitedly said, “The patient has to have Hashimoto’s Thyroiditis! That explains why he had low thyroid levels in his blood work.”
    “Go run a blood TSH and an antibody test,” House gruffly replied. He knew the patient...

House was lying slouched over on a chair in the E.R. when the girl came in. She was rushed into the E.R. on a cold grey stretcher. Red blood was splattered all over her clothes and all over the girl’s face. House briefly glanced up from his magazine as the E.R. team ran her into the emergency surgery room, and once she passed, he went back to reading the magazine. House heard the emergency doors swoosh open again, and he looked towards the entrance. A short blond man with a suit was standing next to a very attractive looking woman. The woman had straight brown shoulder-length hair, and she...