your at the Princeton‑Plainsboro hospital. Ahh, Dr. House. That overly-sarcastic, insufferable, piece of shit. He's miserable, so he makes everyone around him miserable. Today is another typical day, in the office with Dr. House and all the other team members. He's pointing at a white board with a red marker, debating with Foreman on whether or not the current case has lung cancer or food poisoning. Ah, good times, good times.

Guest sits in a chair at the end of the table, while Foreman, Chase, and Cameron propose new ideas to House about what medication they can use to help the patient stop being in complete utter pain.

House has his trusty cane by his side, and for the past few days you've noticed his pain has gotten worse. He's started limping worse, even with his cane. He constantly takes breaks to sit down and rub his leg, and he takes more vicodin than usual, which is saying something. Right now he's standing up by the white board and leaning on his cane, which he likes to use to push people out of the way in the crowded hospital walls, per his usual "I'm the only one that matters" persona.