"Done. I think for now it is enough...
I am hungry, it is time to go to the hospital cafeteria, although it is not the best but it seems the food is acceptable to eat most of my meals here"
House cleaned everything that left evidence of his presence here, and that without referring physically to the systems room but to his presence online. A good hacker always erases his traces.
House stood up from the desk chair, took his cane and walked toward the exit of the computer room limping.
"Blah! It is not hard to pretend when you have been walking like this for years..."
House gave himself a self-mockery for his way of walking.
"House!
Hey House. I have been looking for you all this time. Where have you been? Where do you come from?"
Suddenly, a voice called House from behind. The voice seemed familiar to House invoking some deep feelings in his heart.
Upon turning, House came face to face with a woman of about thirty-eight years with an elegant, professional and very feminine aura. Now, she standing in front of House after reaching him giving an air of perfect authority.
"From the bathroom, and now, I am going to my office..." House said only giving a glance to the beautiful woman in front of him.
But the quick glance was enough to scan everything about the elegant and professional woman, she has medium height, about one hundred sixty-eight centimeters tall with a curvy and athletic figure.
She has dark brown hair, almost black in some angles, straight and shiny, which she wears loose to her shoulders. The cut is impeccable, with a soft side fringe that frames her oval face.
Her eyes are large, a deep dark brown that seems almost black looking at House in a serious and professional way.
Her eyebrows are perfectly arched and expressive, capable of transmitting an order with just a raise. The nose is straight and fine, the lips full and well-defined, with a touch of gloss or discreet lipstick in a nude or soft pink tone.
She wears a tailored suit that highlights her silhouette: a fitted white blazer of tailored cut made of a material that can be said to be cashmere, underneath a white silk blouse that shows a subtle but elegant neckline with a coquettish touch, underneath, a pencil skirt with an opening on her right side letting see a bit of her white and smooth skin on her legs that end in black stiletto high heel shoes that marked her decisive steps with the resonating tac tac of the heels on the hospital floor tiles.
Then, memories dormant in the depths of his memory awakened.
"House, did you finish watching?
I have to talk to you now"
"I do not know what we can talk about I a doctor whom the patients wait for and you an elegant and professional dean of the hospital who has to sign many documents with that neckline, ahem, I mean with... Yes with that neckline ~"
House recovered from his memories, now he does not know how to feel. It seems that now he lives in a world that should not exist except in the imagination of a few people and memories of others who saw a -Medical Series- from almost fifty years ago.
Also, those memories fought with other memories, some where as a young man and in his second year of university studies he met a young girl who had just enrolled in medical school and he personally helped her with enrollment and showed her the facilities of the faculty.
But now they are: she the dean and his boss, and he the simple employee.
"You know, I not only sign documents, I also sign checks, especially yours. And I can also sign dismissal letters, which I will do if you do not do your job."
The beautiful dean of the hospital responded firmly to House's mockery.
"I am here from nine to five. I do not know what you mean by not doing my job" House defended himself.
"Your income is practically non-existent" Cuddy continued.
"Uhnmmm, Bad year ~" House started walking toward the hospital elevators.
"Ignores consultation requests!"
"When I dial your number I get it wrong...."
"You are six years behind on your clinic obligations!..."
The beautiful dean does not let House get away with it by remarking his faults.
"... Six years plus three weeks. You owe me more than four months!
Listen, Doctor House. The only reason I do not fire you is because your reputation still means something in this hospital."
"Excellent ~ We agree on something... You are not going to fire me ~"
Both ended up standing in front of an elevator. House pressed the elevator call button with his cane.
"Your reputation will not last if you do not do what is required of you!
The clinic is part of your job. I want you to do your job!"
"But as the philosopher Jaeger once said: -You do not always get what you want-" a ding was heard and the elevator door opened. House entered and pressed the elevator door close button.
The last thing the beautiful dean of the hospital saw was a sarcastic smile from the doctor as the elevator doors closed.
After the elevator doors closed, House felt a need to bang his head against the gray metal door.
"Have I been such a loser in this life!?
A beautiful girl, who became a beautiful and successful woman, I let her go just like that? I should take a tortilla and stab myself in the heart until I die!"
House now feels a lot of shame and remorse for the ruined life he has. He cannot believe that after achieving so much in his previous life, simply in this life he seems to be a great loser.
And so, before the elevator doors opened, House only gave himself two headbutts against the gray metal doors.
"House!
Where have you been?
No, never mind.
I have a case for you..."
When the elevator doors opened, House had already returned to his usual attitude. Then just as he exited the elevator, another voice that is engraved in his memory and also brings up feelings deep in his heart, but another type of feelings, entered House's ears again.
"Wilson." House greeted dryly.
As he was interrupted by the dean of the hospital a moment ago, House could not go to the hospital cafeteria. So now he feels a little annoyed and his stomach feels uncomfortable.
"... House, it is my cousin"
House stopped for a moment and looked Wilson in the eyes.
"Twenty-nine years old. First attack a month ago, lost the ability to speak and babbles like a baby. Progressive deterioration of her mental state"
"She did not like the diagnosis. I imagine, brain tumor.
She will die, how boring..." through House's mind passed quickly, like a flash, a series of diseases and deficiencies of the human body reaching a conclusion from years of experience in medicine.
But now, he really feels uncomfortable. He just wants to get something to eat. Unconsciously his feet take him in a direction, one he has traveled many times.
Although for the current House the whole place seems new, his brain evokes many memories, from doors, walls, ceilings, objects and staff, to smells, sensations and sounds.
"That is why they say you are great at diagnosing. You do not need much to know what is happening" Wilson does not let House go.
Chasing House, Wilson walks behind him while talking.
"You are the oncologist" House lets out.
"Tumors at her age are rare" Wilson remarks to clarify that it is nothing related to his field.
"She is twenty - nine. Whatever she has is rare"
"The protein tests for the three cancers were negative. No family history"
"Was not your uncle dead from cancer?" House then turns to look at Wilson asking a question while frowning at this fact.
"Even so there are no environmental factors." Wilson says, trying to get out of a tight spot looking a little embarrassed or guilty.
"Not that you know" House replies.
"And she does not respond to radiation treatment...
Please, why leave the good stuff to the forensic. What is the point of setting up a tram if you are not going to use it.
You have three over-qualified doctors under your charge, getting bored"
House stopped in front of a glass door, turned to face Wilson, extended his hand and Wilson handed him a folder.
"Thanks" Wilson smiled. He turned to leave, but suddenly remembered something and turned around to talk. But he only found a glass door with a labeled sign closing before his eyes:
Gregory House, M. D.
'I will ask him later. I would also look so bad if a grown daughter suddenly appeared in my house...' Wilson smiled ironically and after seeing House leaving the folder on his desk and sitting down to read it he turned and left.
Through a side glass door as well, three young doctors with their white laboratory coats entered House's office from the adjacent conference room.
Two men and one woman.
House took the folder that Wilson had previously handed him and gave it to the three young doctors.
"New case. Twenty-nine year old woman. First attack a month ago, lost the ability to speak and babbles like a baby. Progressive deterioration of her mental state..."
House repeated everything he heard from Wilson without changing his face. But inside he felt strange and familiar at the same time. As if it were the first time he is a doctor but he had already done it infinitely many times before.