Max's POV
The pain was terrible. Worse than being hit by a truck. My stomach felt like shards of glass were exploding in all directions. I screamed. This was worse than the headaches. Far worse.
"Are you okay?" Fang asked in a tentative voice.
I think I got a groan out.
"What's wrong with you?" Iggy said, just waking up. No one else was up, it was only four a.m.
But, God the pain.
"Max?" Fang asked, "Is it your head?"
"It's her stomach," Angel said in a tired voice.
Oh great, now everyone was up.
Gazzy and Nudge were still at Mom's. They wanted a break from all of the action. We were on our way to New York to find some more information on where we came from. Because the Institute For Higher Living is the top vacation spot this season.
"Yurpleyup," I attempted to speak.
"Iggy, can you hand me the phone? I'm calling an ambulance," Fang said in a firm but gentle tone.
"No," I yelled, but it sounded more like, "Newoui!"
"Iggy, hand me the damn phone!" Fang yelled sounding worried.
"She isn't gunna like it!" Iggy said, handing Fang the phone.
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Fang was practically dragging me to the ambulance. This was not going to be good. Fang and Iggy were going to get it. As soon as my stomach stopped exploding, that is.
"Get her on a stretcher!" EMT #1 said to all of the others.
This would be fun, just me, Iggy, Fang, Angel, and like three other guys all in a cramped space for more than five minutes, oh joy.
Once I was in the ambulance the pain only got worse.
"What's wrong with her?" EMT #2 asked.
"She has a stomach ache," Fang said simply, never letting go of my hand.
"What's her name, and I'm going to need all of yours too," EMT#1 said.
"Her name is Max, my name is A-," Angel started to say but she was cut off by Fang's hand over her mouth. I sent mental thanks to Fang.
"Her name is Max, my name is Luke, her name is Molly, and his name is Nick," Iggy said gesturing toward everyone in turn.
"Did your mother ever tell you that it is rude not to look at an adult when they are talking to you?" EMT#1 said.
"Did your mother ever teach you not to insult blind guys?" Iggy said in a sarcastic tone.
Go Ig!
"Where are your parents?" EMT #3 asked.
"We don't have any…" Fang said quietly.
"Oh…" They all said.
You have no idea, I thought.
"Uh oh, Fa- I mean Nick what does that mean?" Angel asked Fang sounding scared.
Oh, how I wanted to comfort her!
Hell, I couldn't even comfort myself.
"Max, are you okay?"
Oh no, I must be groaning.
I bit my lip in hopes of concealing my screams.
I hate being like this, and I'm not a pain showing kind of person.
Crap, what is wrong with me?
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House's POV
"Good morning Cuddles," I said walking into the hospital at about ten a.m.
"You've got a case," Cuddy said, dropping a file in his hands.
"No 'Good Morning House, how are you this morning'?" I said sarcastically. I loved making her mad. It was the best thing to do besides help people. But with people like Wilson on my back, I will never admit that I enjoy making people better. All in all, I love what I do. It's my guilty pleasure.
"Good Morning House, you have a case. Better?"
"Much."
"16 year old girl, checked in here at four thirty this morning. She has a pain in her abdomen. She says the pain is only getting worse, and she won't let any of the nurses touch her back, and she won't change into a hospital gown."
"Fine, I'll take the case."
"Really?" A look of pure disbelief on Cuddy's face.
"Only because, she probably had some bad seafood."
"I don't know, there is something about this one House…"
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