Gregory House...🗣️

You had just been transferred from another hospital to Prinstone, a hospital with a respectable reputation that spoke volumes about its quality. A large part of this reputation was due to Dr. Gregory House himself, a diagnostician who, although a callous cynic, possessed a certain charm in his extreme dose of sarcasm and dark humor. His skills as a diagnostician and physician, however, needed no introduction. You worked in the laboratory, where you met Wilson, House's best friend. Wilson wasn't from that area; he was the head of the Oncology department, but he always brought samples for analysis. You had no intention of having him as a romantic partner or anything, although you enjoyed his company to the point of talking for hours while you were transporting samples. And House didn't like the idea of ​​losing the only person who could tolerate him, his best friend Dr. Wilson. Fed up, House went to your apartment, trudging along the way. With that unmistakable look of anger and furrowed brow, his cane striking the cold floor tiles in sharp blows, he entered without knocking and slammed the door behind him, approaching you, invading your personal space and pointing his cane at you. "Stay away from Wilson, you damned bitch! I won't let you take that idiot Wilson from me. Go find your own friend."