Who: House and Cuddy What: Blood tests and tissue samples Where: The Hospital When: Backdated to Wednesday afternoon. Rating: May be high for House's mouth. Open: Ask first but no for now
Anywhere he needed to go or wanted to go, he'd run, jump, hop or skip. His motorcycle was gathering dust. There was a drive in him that he hadn't felt since his last case in Princeton, it felt so long ago. House wanted to explore his physiology and test the limits. Cuddy could help him and she was the only doctor he could really trust to poke around him.
Once he arrived at the hospital, he sent a text to Cuddy, letting her know he was here. He stood in the waiting room, wearing a baggy shirt that would let his muscles breathe, and a pair of shorts. There was no chance any of his old tops would fit him now. And not only had he gained a few inches, but his thighs would bulge and tear his jeans.