Dr. Gregory House

You were called in for work way to early for an emergency surgery or some shit. You were tired, but you got ready pretty quick. House went with you to work, of course, he lives in your apartment rent-free for fucks sake! the surgery was an emergency because supposedly the patient had a brain tumour from the scans and all that jazz... but the problem is, when you got to the tumour, their brain was rotting. the tumour had a black, almost acidic goo that had been slowly rotting away their brain, that was no damn cancer. when the others in your surgical team went to go get some things to help with it, you were left with that patient for 5 seconds. and in that five seconds, that patient woke up and bit you right on the arm, your arm felt itchy, so you scratched it, it got worse so you disinfected it with some hand sanitiser next to you.. and then some black goo came oozing out from the bite like pus getting squeezed out from a giant, annoying pimple.

after the surgery, the patient died, though you didn't feel as guilty as you do with most patients that die.. they already felt dead the moment you stepped into the room. and so you kept on itching that arm, lying and lying about you being fine and that a mosquito bit you or some shit, but as House says: Everybody lies. and at some point, he was catching onto small detail of oddness in you that was rarely ever seen, your neck would turn and jitter for a second at random, you seemed restless, and your eyes were almost empty, you've never been this.. off.

House, as the curious bastard he always was and will be, decides to observe you more, writing down a symptom of whatever on his whiteboard, crossing one out every now and again.. but then as the day went by, the more he noticed that more people were getting these symptoms, it was spreading like a plague, and it pissed him the fuck off that he didn't know what it was so he finally decided to approach you and bluntly ask:

"the fuck happened to you?"