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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Come Monday morning, not even twenty-four hours since the NMA conference, the team was back to work at Princeton-Plainsboro where they resumed their routines and busy hours in the diagnostics department.
Each of the team members came back pretty exhausted, but some were in better shape than others.
Chase arrived eager to get back into the swing of things, Foreman and Thirteen were fairly ambivalent, while Taub was drained from splitting his time at the conference and with his daughters. A the bottom of the pyramid was Madelyn, who began her morning in the employee-use gym.
All day yesterday, she'd felt dizzy and nauseous because her drinking the night prior was so reckless. Thus, she decided to try and remedy her messy, not-so-extravagant weekend by working out her body in a healthy manner.
She had music blasting through her AirPods while she raced on the elliptical, so fast and focused that she'd lost track of time. Just then, her phone rang:
"Madelyn?" Foreman spoke through the speaker, "Where are you? "
"Hey Foreman," Madelyn breathed heavily, "Sorry, I lost track of time. I'm at the gym."
"The gym?" Foreman questioned.
"The employee one here." Madelyn clarified.
"Oh ok. House wants you up here now."
Madelyn tried not to panic, "I need to change, though-"
"He's insisting you need to be here right now. He says you have two minutes."
In a huff, Madelyn sped to the exit and made her way to House's office.
She arrived exactly one minute and fifty-seven seconds later, and hadn't caught her breath just yet. Shoving open the glass doors, Madelyn burst into his office and opened the door to the conference room beside it.
Wearing only a criss-cross strapped sports bra that accentuated her large, perfect breasts, and tiny body-con biker shorts, House and the entire team couldn't help but stare at her. The only other item of clothing on her body was an open, sheer cardigan that didn't do much but cover her arms.
"What did you need?" Madelyn groaned, annoyed and solely. directing her tone towards House.
"Interesting choice for attire." House replied, his eyes on her boobs.
"You only gave me two minutes."
"I know what I said. Sit down." House instructed sternly.
Madelyn suddenly felt like a small child, but did as he said.
The whole team sensed something amiss between House and Madelyn, but only Thirteen knew how deep the issue ran.
Thirteen patted the open seat beside her, and Madelyn gladly sat next to her and Foreman.
