Interior, Doctor’s Office. Dr. House sits at his desk, bum leg propped up and cane twirling in one hand. The other holds a sheaf of papers, which he reads with a bored expression. HOUSE Well, it wasn’t lupus. Huh. Guess we’ll never know. House shrugs and tosses aside the sheets of blood work results. Fade […]
I trust my body to take care of itself, even in the face of fables about its incompetence.