I’m devastated like I’m sure many of u are, but I think season 7’s “Bombshells”, while not a typical House episode AT ALL, was amazingly written and a very cool chance for everyone involved in House MD to branch out a little bit. People are extremely mixed about this episode, some love it and some hate it and a great majority of that has to do with the very eloquent dream sequences that the toon decided to explore. This artikel is going to attempt to break down each dream sequence and get at the message the writers were intending with each dream.
Before u assume anything, I recommend u read the artikel first.
Lately, there has been a shift of opinion about Cuddy's character especially after the introduction of the Lucas arc. People have been claiming the writers are writing her too OOC, that they are displaying her for everyone to hate causing no sympathy for her character. They are calling her all kind of names, bitch, whore, tart, slapper and a blind idiot. The truth is (as I hope it is), the fandom are loathing Cuddy not because she chose Lucas over House and that she's treating him simply as another employee in a cruel mannner,...
I was bored earlier and made up this House MD personality quiz...not sure how good it is, but I hope u enjoy it! (Answer key at bottom)
1. Your favoriete type of patient is... A: One that I don’t have to break bad news to. B: One whose case lets me use my skills. C: I don’t have to deal with patients, thank god. D: One who won’t ask me too many vragen about myself. E: One who’s impressed door me. F: One with some freakishly rare disease. G: One that I can use the defibrillators on. H: One that I can talk to. I: One who won’t make fun of my height.
A/N: Not for the squeamish!! This chapter details House's injuries, in a clinical sort of way, but it's still quite shocking and disturbing...consider yourselves warned! :P
Wilson hurried into the room, closing the door carefully behind him before moving swiftly around the gurney to face his friend. Though House was moaning and writhing on the narrow bed, as if desperately struggling to escape some unseen foe, his eyes were closed, and he might have appeared to be asleep and battling a nightmare, had Wilson not known better.