hi im an artist with free will and we got dr. damian working for dr. house
Dr. Wilson stares at House, flabbergasted. "Are you on the phone? Your patient is coding!"
House holds up a hand to Wilson. The nurses are handling the patient. What's he so freaked about?
The call connects. "Hey Wayne, fly any planes lately?"
"I don't know House, sucked any cocks lately?"
"Now with the pleasantries out of the way, I need you to -"
"I'm already inside the patient's home. There's mold behind her bed."
"Ah. Do they teach you breaking and entering at terrorist school?"
"Why? You looking for another degree? Too bad they don't accept deformed cripples."
"Their loss. Bring the samples."
"Please. I'm almost at the hospital."
The call disconnects. House turns to Wilson. "It was mold."
The patient lies on the bed, stabilized. Wilson gives House an exasperated look.
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"Sorry, I can't make it to uh... What was it again?"
"Bros and board games night?"
"What the fuck... Why did you have to name it like that..."
"Shuddup, Dami. You got another medical emergency? Don't they have other doctors in that hospital? Surely, they can spare you for a night."
"It's not that. My boss needs me to break into the patient's house."
"Oh, yeah, that happens - wait what? Your who asked you to what?!"
"Tt. I'll talk to you later. Apparently, the patient is already coding. Incompetent buffoon. World's Greatest Doctor, my ass."
"Wait, Dami! What-" Click. Dial tone.
