House was sitting in the lobby waiting for Wilson. He was fifteen phút late. Wilson was never late. House eyed the main entrance waiting for someone to enter. The tiếp theo person that did was Foreman. House limped his way to him. "You seen Wilson?" Foreman looked annoyed at the fact House made a mig deal out of every little thing. "No. He's probably sick if he's not here. Ever think of that?" Foreman walked away as fast as possible in order to avoid telling why HE was late.---House limped to the main desk. "I'm looking for James Wilson, oncology." The woman looked stressed, but she still checked...
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