It was a common occourence for legendary Gregory House to annoy her at work and at her halaman awal in the middle of the night but what he was doing now was her last straw.
She had been sitting in her car patiently for the last 5 menit waiting for House to stop blocking her depature, from the hospital, oleh riding his motorbike backwards and forwards behind her car. Her temper flared and she begain revving her car in rage.
People outside the hospital watched, some in shock at the Dean's way of dealing with this incident and others in amusement at the way her head of diagnostics managed to piss her off. She saw this and decided to deal with this in an orderly, administrative way. She turned her car off and stepped onto the burning ashpelt [she had taken off her heels to drive the car but didn't put them back on] and marched her way to the middle of the road, in hopes that he'd stop.
He saw her and pulled up beside her, removed his ketopong, helm and gave her a wink.
"Ah, Dr. Cuddy," he berkata with a smirk, "I thought you'd have gone halaman awal oleh now,"
She folded her arms over her belly in annoyance, but quickly removed to her hips as she saw his gaze travel from hers to her chest.
"Well, anda see, Dr. House," she berkata in a sarcastic tone, "I can't seem to get halaman awal when you're blocking my exit,"
"Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't see anda there," he said, raising his hand to pretend to wipe away a tear.
"Move it, House!" she yelled, "Or I'll change your parking arrangements and give anda a week of clinic,"
"You wouldn't change a crippled mans parking luar angkasa and the threat of clinic duty is getting old,"
"So anda won't mind doing extra clinic, will you?"
He thought hard, "Fine, anda win this round, but I'll be back," he berkata before putting his ketopong, helm back on and driving off.
She smiled to her self and moments later, departed as well.
TBC
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She had been sitting in her car patiently for the last 5 menit waiting for House to stop blocking her depature, from the hospital, oleh riding his motorbike backwards and forwards behind her car. Her temper flared and she begain revving her car in rage.
People outside the hospital watched, some in shock at the Dean's way of dealing with this incident and others in amusement at the way her head of diagnostics managed to piss her off. She saw this and decided to deal with this in an orderly, administrative way. She turned her car off and stepped onto the burning ashpelt [she had taken off her heels to drive the car but didn't put them back on] and marched her way to the middle of the road, in hopes that he'd stop.
He saw her and pulled up beside her, removed his ketopong, helm and gave her a wink.
"Ah, Dr. Cuddy," he berkata with a smirk, "I thought you'd have gone halaman awal oleh now,"
She folded her arms over her belly in annoyance, but quickly removed to her hips as she saw his gaze travel from hers to her chest.
"Well, anda see, Dr. House," she berkata in a sarcastic tone, "I can't seem to get halaman awal when you're blocking my exit,"
"Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't see anda there," he said, raising his hand to pretend to wipe away a tear.
"Move it, House!" she yelled, "Or I'll change your parking arrangements and give anda a week of clinic,"
"You wouldn't change a crippled mans parking luar angkasa and the threat of clinic duty is getting old,"
"So anda won't mind doing extra clinic, will you?"
He thought hard, "Fine, anda win this round, but I'll be back," he berkata before putting his ketopong, helm back on and driving off.
She smiled to her self and moments later, departed as well.
TBC
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