This really was real, wasn't it? For some reason, House was still hoping that maybe he would wake up and find himself passed out in his office with Cuddy screaming in his ear that he hadn't done any clinic hours for the last two weeks. He almost missed the grating sound of her voice. Almost. But, really, when it came down to a man-eating acid-spitting demon and Dr. Cuddy--
Wait a minute. There really wasn't much difference, was there?
But that didn't mean he was going to stick around and wait to see if the demon had her cleavage. He'd wait for the rerun on television.
"No argument from me," House said as he began to limp as quickly as he could. Which, actually, wasn't so bad. His speed, that is. Granted, he was never going to outrun Cordelia or Nathan. Let alone the monster that would soon be after them again. But he could reach a speed that was more than a walk.
Thanks to all that practice hiding from his employees at work. Even Cameron had trouble keeping up with him sometimes.
"This wasn't exactly what I was thinking of as a follow-up. Nice MRI, by the way."