A few of the people who had been crowding around her backed away, giving her room to get up. House, however, was not one of those people. No surprise there. What would have been a surprise to the peanut gallery of bystanders was that he was a doctor and not insisting on treating her wounds. Or even looking at her wounds, for that matter. So it was a good thing that nobody knew he was a doctor. He'd hate to have to disappoint them by not following through with that -- what was it called? Some kind of oath he was supposed to memorize in med school.
Oh well! Must not have been that important.
"More of a General Hospital guy myself. ER sucked after Clooney left. He was so dreamy."
House stuck out his cane when she starting walking away, hoping to trip her into falling back down on the ground again. This, of course, causing a gasp from the little crowd that hadn't entirely left yet.
"What? Oh my god! You think she's having another seizure?! Is there a doctor in the house? Somebody better call 9-1-1!"