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At Princeton plainsburough the lights always flickered, the coffee was always bitter and watery with a hint of the organic antiseptic spray the hospital always uses to clean the machines, and Robert Chase always had his eye on some girl around the departments.
It’s instinctual, having the consistent need to look out for a mate, it’s what the cavemen did to persevere life.
But in Robert’s case it only kills a few million or so (wink wink).
It was a rough day back to work, Chase had a fresh tan from his lovely trip back to Australia; the undertones of his skin more golden and peachy with a faint nip from the sun hidden in his cheeks. Chase certainly did not want to go back to that hellhole called “America” with that hellhole boss called “House”. He wanted to surf the waves, lay on the beach, pick up cute babes, drink a few beers or so, but no, of course he had to be a doctor. Couldn’t of picked something easier like an electrician where you get paid the big bucks to do fuck-all.
“Damn..” He mutters to himself, rubbing his poor sleep deprived eyes.
The whole diagnostic department is currently sitting on their arse doing… you’ll never believe it, fuck-all! Maybe it wasn’t so bad to become a doctor? God who knows, or cares actually. House is completely refusing to take up any cases right now which allows for Robert to daydream some more about returning his visa… and hot chicks, like always. Especially that one babe that’s on the team, what was her name again? Doesn’t matter, that heart shaped ass does all the talking for her…
“Chase?”
He snaps out of it immediately, a pang of guilt
burnt his cheeks making them look a little rosier than they already were.
He clears the husk out of his throat and swallows, “yeah?”
His eyes turn to meet Dr Cameron, almost glaring down at him through her rectangular spectacles as if she could see into his inner thoughts.
“Don’t you think it’s ridiculous that house is paying us to do absolutely nothing?”
Foreman chuckles in disbelief , “this is the first time I’ve heard someone complain about earning about $40K just by sitting on their asses”
Cameron sighs, “I’m not complaining- Cuddy hired us to help people, not just to sit around while patients die”
Chase shrugs, “well maybe that’s just how it is”
“Or maybe…” a deep voice from the shadows of the room interrupt the teammates conversation, they whip their heads around to see House, standing in his office.
“…there is a perfect balance of life and death in this world”
Cameron’s face sours and crosses her arms, “where the hell were you?”
House limps over and shuts down the computer Cameron was searching through, “I was in treachery”
Chase and Foreman chuckle while Cameron rubs her temple, the men never take her seriously, she knows for a fact they think she should’ve a vet- assistant- or a super model beautician. She was top of her class! Chase only got in because his deadbeat daddy had money instead of his own fatherly presence, Foreman got in due to being a young offender in Juvenile detention, but what about Cameron? Silly girly Cam-Cam, her occupation in this room was only because the men viewed her a walking talking hunk of meat on display, only a little sweet treat of eye candy to ease their eyes. She bites the inside of her cheeks and waits for her anger fizzle out.
Chase pays no attention, bouncing House's humongous tennis ball against the wall, causing house to somehow catch it away from him by scooping it away from his presence using his cane. Chase gives an irritated look and sits back with his arms crossed like a scolded toddler.
(2 b continued soon guys)