Dr. Marvin Keller had been one of the leading cardiothoracic surgeons in the United States and Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital had stolen him from New York Presbyterian Hospital…thirty years ago. Tonight was his retirement party, being held bởi the doctors of PPTH, in the clinic, after hours.
Cuddy could hear the party outside her office starting to really take on a life of it’s own. Cuddy had only allowed the party to be held in the hospital’s clinic because Wilson had promised her that it wouldn’t get out of hand. He had told her that he would take charge of the plans and give her the final copy to okay, she really should have known better.
It wasn’t Wilson’s fault, he had planned for a nice, quiet, semi-formal sit down dinner. There would be nice âm nhạc that people could dance to. A choice of chicken, beef, hoặc cá entrée, a nice wine selection. It would have been a very lovely and professional send off for Dr. Keller, but as usual, House had felt the need to meddle.
He had stolen Wilson’s plans, called the band and caterers, and canceled them. Instead, he called up one, probably of many, yêu thích bars. He had them bring a DJ, who came with a karaoke system and a few, in his words, “Spicy and feisty drink slingers”. Who were, barely clad in miniature old fashioned nurses uniforms, and his selection for food, if it could actually pass as that, was a variety of their ‘famous’ appetizers and minis.
Wilson had been horrified when Cuddy had called him down to her office to ask what the hell was going on when she had seen the set up people start to arrive. He looked around the clinic and then at her with one of his ‘fish out of water’ looks and Cuddy knew exactly what was going on…House.
Unfortunately, bởi the time they had figured out what was going on it was too late, almost everything had been set up already. The nurse’s station had been turned into a full functioning bar counter. A small stage had been erected in the patient waiting room. Folding tables had been set up all around, save a không gian near the ‘stage’. Then, finally, there was the piece-de-résistance…the large poker bàn off to the side.
Cuddy hadn’t actually intended on attending the party because she had a bàn full of paperwork that needed to be done bởi the end of the week. She was just going to say her goodbyes to Dr. Keller tomorrow when he came bởi for his final session of rounds. So when she realized it was too foil House’s previously foiled plan, she clenched her jaw, and swiftly turned around. She walked back into her office, locked the doors, and closed the blinds, leaving Wilson standing in the middle of the chaos.
She figured that since it was Wilson’s plan to have the party here, and it was Wilson’s friend who had royally screwed him over, Wilson could deal with it all. That had been over two and half hours ago, she still hadn’t come out of her office. As she sat at her bàn cursing House, the âm nhạc suddenly became much louder then it had been ten giây ago. If she was going to get any work done, and not get complaints from patients later, she was going to have to tell them to keep it down.
She got up from her desk, jaw clenched again, and walked through the doors. As soon as she got through the first set of doors the hát began. Not the hát from a CD hoặc vinyl album, but…karaoke. Which meant that people were finally starting to get drunk enough to let their inhibitions go. This also meant that no one was going to care about what she had to…wait…was she hearing correctly? Was that House?
Cuddy could hear the party outside her office starting to really take on a life of it’s own. Cuddy had only allowed the party to be held in the hospital’s clinic because Wilson had promised her that it wouldn’t get out of hand. He had told her that he would take charge of the plans and give her the final copy to okay, she really should have known better.
It wasn’t Wilson’s fault, he had planned for a nice, quiet, semi-formal sit down dinner. There would be nice âm nhạc that people could dance to. A choice of chicken, beef, hoặc cá entrée, a nice wine selection. It would have been a very lovely and professional send off for Dr. Keller, but as usual, House had felt the need to meddle.
He had stolen Wilson’s plans, called the band and caterers, and canceled them. Instead, he called up one, probably of many, yêu thích bars. He had them bring a DJ, who came with a karaoke system and a few, in his words, “Spicy and feisty drink slingers”. Who were, barely clad in miniature old fashioned nurses uniforms, and his selection for food, if it could actually pass as that, was a variety of their ‘famous’ appetizers and minis.
Wilson had been horrified when Cuddy had called him down to her office to ask what the hell was going on when she had seen the set up people start to arrive. He looked around the clinic and then at her with one of his ‘fish out of water’ looks and Cuddy knew exactly what was going on…House.
Unfortunately, bởi the time they had figured out what was going on it was too late, almost everything had been set up already. The nurse’s station had been turned into a full functioning bar counter. A small stage had been erected in the patient waiting room. Folding tables had been set up all around, save a không gian near the ‘stage’. Then, finally, there was the piece-de-résistance…the large poker bàn off to the side.
Cuddy hadn’t actually intended on attending the party because she had a bàn full of paperwork that needed to be done bởi the end of the week. She was just going to say her goodbyes to Dr. Keller tomorrow when he came bởi for his final session of rounds. So when she realized it was too foil House’s previously foiled plan, she clenched her jaw, and swiftly turned around. She walked back into her office, locked the doors, and closed the blinds, leaving Wilson standing in the middle of the chaos.
She figured that since it was Wilson’s plan to have the party here, and it was Wilson’s friend who had royally screwed him over, Wilson could deal with it all. That had been over two and half hours ago, she still hadn’t come out of her office. As she sat at her bàn cursing House, the âm nhạc suddenly became much louder then it had been ten giây ago. If she was going to get any work done, and not get complaints from patients later, she was going to have to tell them to keep it down.
She got up from her desk, jaw clenched again, and walked through the doors. As soon as she got through the first set of doors the hát began. Not the hát from a CD hoặc vinyl album, but…karaoke. Which meant that people were finally starting to get drunk enough to let their inhibitions go. This also meant that no one was going to care about what she had to…wait…was she hearing correctly? Was that House?
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Ruins
Once I was whole.
Then I bursted
painlessly
unconsciously
indifferently
but I did.
Now I stand in front
the ruins
of myself
and remain silent
in amazement.
A shadow on a wall
Without turning around
I know
it is you.
Why are bạn here?
Did bạn follow me?
Have bạn come here
to examine
the trái cây of your labour?
And then I realize
bạn suffered
the same.
Both of us were not made
to win
in this game.
The shattered pieces
are not replaceable
not even
to be found.
So both of us
remain silent
and keep on
staring at the ground.