Five minutes into the flight, he’s going to have this really nervous, embraced look on his face. Ten minutes in, he’s going to be fidgeting and kinda trying to catch your attention. Fifteen minutes in, he’s going to give you the most exasperated sigh and announce “It’s lupus. You’ve got lupus. You need to begin treatment as soon as we land.”
Five minutes into the flight, he’s going to have this really nervous, embraced look on his face. Ten minutes in, he’s going to be fidgeting and kinda trying to catch your attention. Fifteen minutes in, he’s going to give you the most exasperated sigh and announce “It’s lupus. You’ve got lupus. You need to begin treatment as soon as we land.”
I’m unclear whether that’s supposed to be a deterrent from sitting there.
The issue is that they didn’t have lupus before sitting next to House. The universe just couldn’t let House go 15 minutes without a diagnosis.
“He’ll diagnose you with something!”
Healthy people: oh fuck!
Chronically ill people: fuck yes!
So what. I’m sleeping, remember?