House, who always happened to come into work late, arrived in the conference room and surveyed his staff. He had bumped into an enranged Cuddy on the way in and she gave him two extra hours of clinic duty. Now he searched for the perfect candidate to cover him.
Cameron? No she would probably refuse and/or politely say no. Foreman? No he never agreed to cover him and was always trying to take over his job. Chase? House smirked at this thought. Out of all the ducklings, Chase was the weakest because he was never able to say no. Of course, if they had been comparing trauma experiences and who was able deal with the most trauma, then Cameron would be the weakest because she could never deliver bad news to a patient and he knew more about her past then the other two. He wasn't comparing trauma's or past experiences, however, so he stopped behind Chase.
"You are doing my clinic hours and if Cuddy sees you, so you better not be seen, tell her that you wanted to do the clinic hours," House ordered.
"Why does Chase always get stuck with your clinic," Cameron asked when her fellow collegue was out of hearing range.
"Because he's a sucker when it comes to being told what to do,"House answered.
"Maybe you oughta be a little nicer to him," Foreman joined in.
"It's not my fault he doesn't know how to say no, that is just the perks of having him work for me," House retorted.
The other two knew to just drop the topic because once House came to a decision, nothing was going to change his mind.
Chase was paged to the patient's room that had just became House's next Case. The patient was around her early thirties and a glance at the chart proved that the patient was indeed thirty three years old. Cameron and Foreman explained the case as Chase looked through the history and symptoms listed on the clipboard.
"Did House come up with anything yet that would explain this," Chase asked.
"No but knowing House, he's probably toying with us," Foreman answered.
Chase was about to make a remark on that when their pagers went off telling them that they needed to get back to the conference room or to pay extremely bad penalties. Seeing as how nobody wanted to see what that would be, they dashed off to the destination.
House was in his usual spot tossing a ball against the wall when they arrived.
"How's the patient," He asked casually.
"Stable," Chase answered simply.
"Symptoms," House gestered for them to continue.
"She has seizures, adominal pain, and respiratory distress," Cameron answered.
"Could be a blood clot, with those symptoms though, anything's possible," Chase added.
"Be a good lap dog and check that out," House ordered.
Chase did exactly what he was told without hesitation.
"Hi I'm Dr. Chase, miss," He added.
"I'm Mrs. Webb if you want to know," she said softly smiling at the sight of the young doctor.
"That's reassuring," Chase joked. "Where's Mr. Webb?"
"Dead, his heart problem was too much," She answered.
"How long have you been having these problems 'mam," Chase asked.
"It's Lindsay and first I started with his fever and vomiting," She answered.
"It went away," Chase asked suprised.
"No..." she suddenly threw up blood all over Chase.
"I need some help here," Chase yelled as he didn't waste anytime helping the patient and little on the fact that some of the blood was still on his face.
A/N: that's chapter one. Please review and tell me how this chappy went.