House replied with an eye-roll; Foreman wouldn't suggest jaundice to Wilson. Even if he did, Wilson would take one look at House, realize it was a revenge ploy, and, while House might be forced to sit through a lecture, he'd still have company.
Before House entered the elevator, he caught Foreman's glance at his lunch bag, and gripped it tighter. He would easily be able to stop in the hospital's cafeteria for his own lunch, and it would probably be better than whatever Foreman had ordered, but that wasn't the point. When Foreman spoke, again with a threat, House groaned. "It's stupid to threaten if you're not going to follow through," he said. The elevator deposited them on the ground floor, and he started toward the exit. "Who knows what would happen if I walked all the way home. I'm easy prey. Could get mugged. Killed. Then you'd be out of a job, and then what would you do? Twiddle your thumbs and hope someone hasn't blacklisted you?"
He pushed the door open with his shoulder, still gripping the bag, and followed Foreman to his car. When he reached it, he climbed into the backseat--farther away from Foreman's grabby hands--and wolfed down a few fries before Foreman settled into the driver's seat.
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Date: 2008-10-21 06:45 am (UTC)Before House entered the elevator, he caught Foreman's glance at his lunch bag, and gripped it tighter. He would easily be able to stop in the hospital's cafeteria for his own lunch, and it would probably be better than whatever Foreman had ordered, but that wasn't the point. When Foreman spoke, again with a threat, House groaned. "It's stupid to threaten if you're not going to follow through," he said. The elevator deposited them on the ground floor, and he started toward the exit. "Who knows what would happen if I walked all the way home. I'm easy prey. Could get mugged. Killed. Then you'd be out of a job, and then what would you do? Twiddle your thumbs and hope someone hasn't blacklisted you?"
He pushed the door open with his shoulder, still gripping the bag, and followed Foreman to his car. When he reached it, he climbed into the backseat--farther away from Foreman's grabby hands--and wolfed down a few fries before Foreman settled into the driver's seat.