"I don't know why I'm here." House کہا as he propped his leg on the تکیا and lay across the plush leather sofa.
"What could be some reasons, Dr. House?"
"Uhh, is this what the whole گھنٹہ is gonna be like? Me saying a statement and آپ basically flipping it into a question?"
Dr. Auden took off his glasses and rubbed between his eyes.
"For a man who spends much of his time asking سوالات آپ seem have a problem with answering other's سوالات of you." Dr. Auden stated.
"I ask سوالات to save lives. آپ ask سوالات to break people down into simple little boxes, and if they don't fit those boxes then they're emotionally damaged. Blah, blah, blah."
"So, you're completely healthy inside and out? I've never met such a perfect specimen of humanity do آپ mind if I take a few pictures?" Dr. Auden asked with a grin.
House couldn't help but to grin back.
"The leg is the first cue of my imperfection. The cane only helps to magnify it." House کہا as he pulled out his bottle of Vicodin and dry swallowed three pills.
"But the leg is only part of how آپ see yourself. I'm guessing the damage goes deeper than your chronic physical pain."
House turned his gaze out the window.
"Don't underestimate how painful pain can be."
"Let me clarify, Dr. House. You're here because something else has been irritating you. See, if it was merely your leg then آپ would have been in my office fifteen years پہلے to deal with that. The leg pain has only been a catalyst for all the emotional stressors of your life. The feelings aren't tangible. The leg pain is so that's what آپ use to define yourself."
House turned his gaze back to Dr. Auden.
"Lately, the pain in my leg has been worse. My life has been better these last few months but alot of things have been..."
"Different?"
"Everyone is moving on in ways that I have never been able to. It's hard to feel happiness for them. I've never been one for happiness. It's such a fleeting emotion I'd rather not get invested."
"So, instead آپ feel contempt?"
"More like I want to make them feel ashamed of their good fortune. I want them to feel like their living on borrowed time..."
"An interesting phrase to use, Dr. House."
House rubs his leg gently.
"Why is that?"
"Because we're all living on borrowed time. There is no way to know when our last breath will come."
"Believe me I understand how fragile life is."
"Of course آپ do. آپ have saved lives that others have all but دیا up on."
House shifted his head back against the sofa.
"Reading up on me?"
"It's always a good idea to do a little research." Dr. Auden کہا as he opened his notepad and scrawled something down.
"Well, I'm not always a success at saving those lives."
"You have a very high percentage of saved patients."
"Sometimes the percentage left over is larger." House stated as he twidled his thumbs.
"No. It's smaller, Dr. House."
House smiled at the exchange it reminded him of a similar one he had years پہلے with Cuddy about Emma Stone and her baby.
"Why the smile, Dr. House?"
"I was smiling?"
"Yes."
"Thinking of my friend and her blind optimism."
"Why do آپ call it blind?"
"Because as a doctor she would be better if she kept her دل in her chest and not on her sleeve."
"What's her name?"
"Cuddy...Lisa Cuddy...She's my boss at Princeton Plainsboro."
"So, she is your superior."
"In job عنوان only." House snickered.
"And otherwise? How do آپ classify her?"
House started to lean down to pick up his cup of coffee.
"She's alot of things, a pain in the ass, too motherly for her own good, too sexy to be Dean of Medicine but people respect her nonetheless. She's neurotic, guilt-ridden, sympathetic, surprising, smart, funny, and..."
House trailed off and looked up to find Dr. Auden staring intently at him.
"She's alot of things." House finished saying.
"It definitely seems that way."
"I've known her since I was in medical school and she was an undergrad."
"Tell me about that time."
"She was really only a kid, 19 years old, and very eager to learn. I was 25 and in my سیکنڈ سال at med school. She was dating a friend mine. He was her T.A."
"So, آپ two became دوستوں through him?"
"No. We weren't exactly friends. She couldn't stand me and I couldn't stand her. But I liked that she fought with me on everything especially medicine. She always had balls as well as amazing breasts."
"What mattered more? The balls یا breasts?"
House chuckled at Dr. Auden brazen question.
"I'd say it was about a tie."
"So, she was a challenge to آپ and your philosophy of life."
"And I was hers."
"You light up talking about her." Dr. Auden stated as he wrote down a note.
"I do not."
"Yes. It's very noticeable. The way آپ talk of her now and the way she was then, creates a noticeable glow in your face. آپ smile alot when talking of her."
"It's مزید of a smirk than a smile."
"The point is your body language went from slouched and withdrawn to sitting upright and engaged within a few short minutes."
House scratched his head.
"It's not like she revitalizes me."
"Interesting word choice."
"Why? Can't I use a word without there being a hidden meaning?"
"Yes and no. But we'll get to that اگلے time. Our گھنٹہ is up. I am free اگلے Wednesday at 2 and Thursday at 4. Which دن time would work better for you?"
"An گھنٹہ is up already? That went surprisingly fast...Why do آپ automatically assume I'll be seeing آپ again? Maybe I'm all talked out." House کہا as he eased his leg off the sofa.
"Because you're a man who loves to solve mysteries and the biggest mystery is that of Gregory House, himself." Dr. Auden کہا as he closed his notebook and stood up.
House rolled his eyes and grabbed his cane.
"Thursday will be fine." House کہا as he limped out the door.
"See آپ then." Dr. Auden کہا with a knowing grin.
"What could be some reasons, Dr. House?"
"Uhh, is this what the whole گھنٹہ is gonna be like? Me saying a statement and آپ basically flipping it into a question?"
Dr. Auden took off his glasses and rubbed between his eyes.
"For a man who spends much of his time asking سوالات آپ seem have a problem with answering other's سوالات of you." Dr. Auden stated.
"I ask سوالات to save lives. آپ ask سوالات to break people down into simple little boxes, and if they don't fit those boxes then they're emotionally damaged. Blah, blah, blah."
"So, you're completely healthy inside and out? I've never met such a perfect specimen of humanity do آپ mind if I take a few pictures?" Dr. Auden asked with a grin.
House couldn't help but to grin back.
"The leg is the first cue of my imperfection. The cane only helps to magnify it." House کہا as he pulled out his bottle of Vicodin and dry swallowed three pills.
"But the leg is only part of how آپ see yourself. I'm guessing the damage goes deeper than your chronic physical pain."
House turned his gaze out the window.
"Don't underestimate how painful pain can be."
"Let me clarify, Dr. House. You're here because something else has been irritating you. See, if it was merely your leg then آپ would have been in my office fifteen years پہلے to deal with that. The leg pain has only been a catalyst for all the emotional stressors of your life. The feelings aren't tangible. The leg pain is so that's what آپ use to define yourself."
House turned his gaze back to Dr. Auden.
"Lately, the pain in my leg has been worse. My life has been better these last few months but alot of things have been..."
"Different?"
"Everyone is moving on in ways that I have never been able to. It's hard to feel happiness for them. I've never been one for happiness. It's such a fleeting emotion I'd rather not get invested."
"So, instead آپ feel contempt?"
"More like I want to make them feel ashamed of their good fortune. I want them to feel like their living on borrowed time..."
"An interesting phrase to use, Dr. House."
House rubs his leg gently.
"Why is that?"
"Because we're all living on borrowed time. There is no way to know when our last breath will come."
"Believe me I understand how fragile life is."
"Of course آپ do. آپ have saved lives that others have all but دیا up on."
House shifted his head back against the sofa.
"Reading up on me?"
"It's always a good idea to do a little research." Dr. Auden کہا as he opened his notepad and scrawled something down.
"Well, I'm not always a success at saving those lives."
"You have a very high percentage of saved patients."
"Sometimes the percentage left over is larger." House stated as he twidled his thumbs.
"No. It's smaller, Dr. House."
House smiled at the exchange it reminded him of a similar one he had years پہلے with Cuddy about Emma Stone and her baby.
"Why the smile, Dr. House?"
"I was smiling?"
"Yes."
"Thinking of my friend and her blind optimism."
"Why do آپ call it blind?"
"Because as a doctor she would be better if she kept her دل in her chest and not on her sleeve."
"What's her name?"
"Cuddy...Lisa Cuddy...She's my boss at Princeton Plainsboro."
"So, she is your superior."
"In job عنوان only." House snickered.
"And otherwise? How do آپ classify her?"
House started to lean down to pick up his cup of coffee.
"She's alot of things, a pain in the ass, too motherly for her own good, too sexy to be Dean of Medicine but people respect her nonetheless. She's neurotic, guilt-ridden, sympathetic, surprising, smart, funny, and..."
House trailed off and looked up to find Dr. Auden staring intently at him.
"She's alot of things." House finished saying.
"It definitely seems that way."
"I've known her since I was in medical school and she was an undergrad."
"Tell me about that time."
"She was really only a kid, 19 years old, and very eager to learn. I was 25 and in my سیکنڈ سال at med school. She was dating a friend mine. He was her T.A."
"So, آپ two became دوستوں through him?"
"No. We weren't exactly friends. She couldn't stand me and I couldn't stand her. But I liked that she fought with me on everything especially medicine. She always had balls as well as amazing breasts."
"What mattered more? The balls یا breasts?"
House chuckled at Dr. Auden brazen question.
"I'd say it was about a tie."
"So, she was a challenge to آپ and your philosophy of life."
"And I was hers."
"You light up talking about her." Dr. Auden stated as he wrote down a note.
"I do not."
"Yes. It's very noticeable. The way آپ talk of her now and the way she was then, creates a noticeable glow in your face. آپ smile alot when talking of her."
"It's مزید of a smirk than a smile."
"The point is your body language went from slouched and withdrawn to sitting upright and engaged within a few short minutes."
House scratched his head.
"It's not like she revitalizes me."
"Interesting word choice."
"Why? Can't I use a word without there being a hidden meaning?"
"Yes and no. But we'll get to that اگلے time. Our گھنٹہ is up. I am free اگلے Wednesday at 2 and Thursday at 4. Which دن time would work better for you?"
"An گھنٹہ is up already? That went surprisingly fast...Why do آپ automatically assume I'll be seeing آپ again? Maybe I'm all talked out." House کہا as he eased his leg off the sofa.
"Because you're a man who loves to solve mysteries and the biggest mystery is that of Gregory House, himself." Dr. Auden کہا as he closed his notebook and stood up.
House rolled his eyes and grabbed his cane.
"Thursday will be fine." House کہا as he limped out the door.
"See آپ then." Dr. Auden کہا with a knowing grin.
