Cuddy walked into Exam Room Two to find House asleep on the patient chair. He woke with a start to see her there. He rolled his eyes and rolled on his side.
“House, I have a patient for you,” Cuddy said, walking over to him and shaking the folder in front of his face.
“No,” House replied, shaking his head.
“House, stop jouer la comédie like a 6 an old and take this folder. It’s your job,” Cuddy commanded, thrusting the folder into his face.
“No,” House repeated, putting his hands in front of his face. Cuddy sighed and walked out of the room. Five minutes later, she reentered the room. House woke up again and angrily sighed.
“Cuddy, I’m not taking your stupid-,” He stopped and stared. Cuddy had taken off her lab coat, revealing a low cut black shirt. Her lacy black bra was visible. House’s mouth dropped open. Cuddy turned off the lights and walked over to House, who was sitting up on the chair.
She slowly got on haut, retour au début of him, straddling him with her legs. She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned real close to him. With trembling hands, House unbuttoned her shirt, and a small piece of paper fell on his lap.
‘What’s this?’ House thought, reaching behind Cuddy’s back to unhook her bra. ‘A secret message? A sexy note?’
“Do whatever’s on the note,” Cuddy whispered in House’s ear. She kissed his cheek. House nodded his head eagerly up and down. “Promise?” She whispered, pulling off House’s jacket. ‘Definitely a sexy note,’ House thought.
“I promise,” House muttered and leaned vers l'avant, vers l’avant to Kiss her, but all he kissed was air. In one rapide, swift movement, Cuddy turned on the lights. As she buttoned up her shirt, House read the note: Take care of your new patient.
“Damnit!” House exclaimed as Cuddy walked out of the room with a smile on her face.
“House, I have a patient for you,” Cuddy said, walking over to him and shaking the folder in front of his face.
“No,” House replied, shaking his head.
“House, stop jouer la comédie like a 6 an old and take this folder. It’s your job,” Cuddy commanded, thrusting the folder into his face.
“No,” House repeated, putting his hands in front of his face. Cuddy sighed and walked out of the room. Five minutes later, she reentered the room. House woke up again and angrily sighed.
“Cuddy, I’m not taking your stupid-,” He stopped and stared. Cuddy had taken off her lab coat, revealing a low cut black shirt. Her lacy black bra was visible. House’s mouth dropped open. Cuddy turned off the lights and walked over to House, who was sitting up on the chair.
She slowly got on haut, retour au début of him, straddling him with her legs. She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned real close to him. With trembling hands, House unbuttoned her shirt, and a small piece of paper fell on his lap.
‘What’s this?’ House thought, reaching behind Cuddy’s back to unhook her bra. ‘A secret message? A sexy note?’
“Do whatever’s on the note,” Cuddy whispered in House’s ear. She kissed his cheek. House nodded his head eagerly up and down. “Promise?” She whispered, pulling off House’s jacket. ‘Definitely a sexy note,’ House thought.
“I promise,” House muttered and leaned vers l'avant, vers l’avant to Kiss her, but all he kissed was air. In one rapide, swift movement, Cuddy turned on the lights. As she buttoned up her shirt, House read the note: Take care of your new patient.
“Damnit!” House exclaimed as Cuddy walked out of the room with a smile on her face.