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“ no you moron ! it’s obviously meningitis ! what other disease presents with meningitis like symptoms that isn’t meningitis ?! “
“ yeah let’s rerun the test for a third time ! great use of time whilst the patients dying ! “
A little scary, but you’re used to shouting from all the clubs you go to.
you strut down the hallways, your hips swaying in your miss me jeans, the lace of your hot pink underwear peaking out. also may i add your makeup is totally perf today !?
you fix your hair again, before strutting into the diagnostics department.
“ hi ! uh is like, dr house here ? “ you smile, placing a hand on your abercrombie hoodie, just above your hip.
you notice everyone going silent as they turn towards you.
“ who hired the hooker ? “ the old guy with the cane looks around at the 3 people who appear to be working for him.
after another long pause of silence, the blonde man speaks. “ miss, may i ask why you’re looking for him…? “
oh. Australian. that’s hot.
“ mm i’m the intern you hired ! uhm vivienne wing ? “ you smirk, chewing on your cherry gum.
everyone has another long pause of silence, before exchanging a few dumbfounded and amused looks.
“ what ? like, never seen a hot doctor before or something ? “ you grin, sitting in the seat beside the Australian and the guy who hasn’t spoken yet.
he looks professional. boo. boring.
the girl politely smiles at you, looking your outfit up and down, whilst the man beside you nods in acknowledgment, and the australian just shamelessly checks you out, a smirk lining his lips.
and the old guy ( who you assume is dr house ? ) seems to just be staring at your cleavage.
though you don’t mind the attention. in fact you thrive in it.
“ uhm.. anyways it could be a brain abscess…“ the business man suggests.
wait, so like what’s that…?
House rolls his eyes, a certain disappointment in his eyes. pointing his cane at the guy.
“ Foreman, a hooker-looking intern just shows up and that’s the first thing you think of ?! please… vivienne, how’d you get hired ? “
ugh, you don’t trust him. he looks like he’d try to make a move on you and say you provoked it by grabbing a pen when you dropped it. icky!
you smirk, continuing to chew on your gum.
“ uhm so like, my dad owns princeton general and he said something about like kicking me out if i didn’t get hired somewhere and i think dr cuddy owed him or something because i like got hired here so… ya ! it’s only temporary because i totally don’t wanna be here but mmm for now i’m here ! “
everyone slowly turns to each other, exchanging the glances you exchange with your friends when a kid like, falls over in public. the one where everyone’s holding in laughs.
whatever. they’re just total haters.
the old man stares you down.
“ so… do you even know what meningitis is…? “ he asks, a smirk that looks like he’s about to burst into laughter.
i scoff.
“ duh ! obvi. i ain’t like, stupid. also you guys are totally wrong. it’s leptospirosis. “ you simply state, crossing your leg over the other, the low rise jeans being extremely uncomfy but who cares.
everyone stops again, this time in surprise, houses smirk drops.
the woman speaks up.
“ but… how- how’d you tell ? “ she asks, looking shocked.
once again, you scoff, continuing to chew on your gum.
“ mmm, heard something ‘bout meningitis like symptoms but the tests were negative, the patient history page on the file is open. the guy lives on a farm… farm leads to animal urine, animal urine with water leads to leptospirosis. “ you shrug casually, continuing working on the gum.
the australian looks baffled, the woman looks happy for you and the guy who is apparently called foreman has a gleam of respect in his eyes. whilst House just stares you down, his expression slightly different from earlier. though you can’t tell what the glimmer in his eyes means.
“ chase, foreman go start antibiotics, cameron tell the family. you. stay. “ he narrows his piercing blue eyes as they land on you, whilst you’re unable to resist a smirk.
each of them scatter of, doing their own thing as you sit on the table, awaiting to hear what he has to say.
the older man smirks, limping towards you. “ so… more than just a pretty face ? “
“ yeah, i have a great ass. “ you reply sarcastically, which earns a small, snort from him.
you both hold eye contact for a while, before he speaks again. “ you have potential. don’t let it go to waste. “ he nods, before limping out of the room.
ohhhh-kay… whatever… you need a smoke.
you fish out of your purse and stride out of the hospital, leaning against a brick wall and pulling out a silver intricately decorated lighter, lighting your cigarette.
as you exhale your first drag, you hear the shuffling of footsteps nearby, when you realise you’re literally leaning against a ‘ no smoking ‘ sign.
“ fuck. “ you mutter, dropping your cigarette and stomping it out with your kitten heels.
“ ma’am ? “ you hear a male voice, you look up to be met with a male in a white lab coat, his soft, brown locs somehow messy yet perfect at the same time.
you see his eyes glisten as he looks at you, glancing up and down, to which you subconsciously unzip your hoodie a little more to look more professional with your blouse underneath.
he smirks, striding to stand beside you before turning his head to you.
“ sick family member ? “ he asks, his gaze a little more sympathetic.
those stupid brown puppy eyes.
to which your eyes trail down, a grin spreading across your lips.
“ no. no. intern. “ you nod, looking back up to see him utterly shocked at your words.
it takes him a moment to clock that you’re fully serious.
“ oh! you don’t look a day over 18. uhm, so for what doctor ? “ he asks, suddenly seeming a little more flustered.
“ mmm i think his name was dr house ? “ and he looks even more shocked.