Set in Princeton, New Jersey, the best medical research is studied and performed at the Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital. And there is one doctor in particular who brings fame to the hospital-Dr. Gregory House.
Recently graduated medical stud...
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That weekend, Madelyn spent her time frozen in her thoughts.
She ruminated over all the possible reasons what that moment with Wilson meant, and if it ruined the reputation House held of her. Of course, her intimacy with Wilson was her private business, yet having been walked in on by her boss inevitably complicated the event for Madelyn. On Saturday and Sunday, she managed to get herself dressed, out of bed, grocery shop, and tidy some of her apartment. However, she didn't accomplish much else other than making herself anxious for the week ahead.
Madelyn woke up extra early Monday morning, and arrived at Princeton-Plainsboro a few minutes before 7 AM. Sleep hadn't left her eyes yet, but she otherwise looked like a fresh bouquet of flowers. Her espresso-colored hair soft and clean, her black dress iron-pressed, and her skin as radiant as ever. She was hard to ignore.
She made herself a fresh pot of coffee, dressed it up with vanilla foam and hazelnut, then took a seat at the group table. The steel seat was cold against her lower thighs, but the coffee warmed her up quickly. Typing away at her laptop, Madelyn began editing her research proposal before a meeting she had with Cuddy at 8 AM. Details needed refreshing and refining and time was ticking.
Focused on her laptop screen, Madelyn didn't initially notice House had arrived and come to the coffee station, so she was surprised to see him when she looked up.
"You scared me!" she gasped. House pretended to look surprised,
"Sorry, I forgot to announce myself." House mocked, in a sleepy-sounding voice.
Madelyn didn't respond, partly because House was still being obnoxious and partly because she needed to concentrate.
The office was silent except for the thocking of the laptop keyboard and the bubbly sound of coffee being poured into a ceramic mug. House turned around and strode back to his desk without a glance in Madelyn's direction.
Over the next twenty minutes or so, the rest of the team arrived one by one and took their seats at the table. Eventually, the sun seeped through the blinds alerting everyone that it was near the time of morning where the busyness picks up.
House stepped into the group area and began passing out file folders for a new case. He started with Chase and ended with Madelyn. House licked his finger to flip through the pages to get an idea of what they were going to be dealing with.
"Enema gone wrong. Woman has Crohn's. So, we know one definite thing–she's an idiot." House told the team who more or less agreed.
"How long has she been diagnosed with Crohn's?" Thirteen asked.
"Clearly not long enough to know the dangers of enemas..." Taub replied.
"LL Cool J. Barbra Streisand." House was referring to Foreman and Taub, "Run a CT scan and confirm the current intestinal state."
