"I am a doctor. I'd just never been to that hospital before until we met. I'm sorry. I didn't realize it was illegal to help people these days. Illegal to unlawfully use an MRI machine without proper authorization and signed paperwork, sure. But jeez, I was just worried about your health. Honest, I was!"
And cue that pathetic fake pout that House was so opt to give when people were criticizing him. Foreman hated that face. As did Cameron and Cuddy. Did Wilson? Probably. Although he didn't often find himself having to give it to Wilson. Wilson usually just went along with whatever House wanted or did. He was an enabler. Poor Wilson. The guy was never going to get a break as long as he was House's friend.
Gasp! House has a friend. Something for the record books.
House glanced over at Nathan. Annoyed? Yes. Yes, he was. Very much so. And as much as he would love to banter back and forth with them for the rest of the night, two against one just wasn't fair. And House had other pressing matters concerning him at the moment. Namely the pain in his leg from trying to move faster than he ought to.
"Lawyers are no different than other people. Except that they get paid to lie. I hope I'm not supposed to be impressed."
He slowed down, almost to a stop, and reached into his jacket pocket for his Vicodin prescription. He needed one. No, two. He couldn't make it much longer if he didn't. He shook the pills out of the bottle, threw his head back, and popped them in his mouth.
He was starting to regret not letting her just die in the park from her stupid seizure.