Disclaimer: I don't own House
All three ducklings were in the conference room when House finally showed up. House somehow never felt the need to show up at work early, but always made snark remarks when his staff did. All three of them looked up from what they were currently doing.
"Road's busy," House explained simply.
The three of them rolled their eyes and went back to what they were doing. It was a typical day with House as ever and having to deal with his sarcasm.
"I need someone to cover clinic hours," House added.
They visibly groaned, especially Chase. Chase was always getting House's clinic duty on top of his own and even though he didn't complain about it, he didn't like it one bit.
"Let's see, eenie meenie minee mow, Chase," House said.
"Yes," Chase asked automatically.
"The clinic's calling your name," House answered dislodging his own stuff and taking a seat at his desk.
Chase got up without another word. He had really had tolearn tosay no one day.
Cuddy came into House's office thirty minutes later to find him gone. Of all the irritating things House had done, bringing patients to the point of hanging dead cats on her door was going too far. House was going to go too far someday and get someone hurt with his behavior.
She found him sometime later with Wilson, she should have known. When it came to those two, she never knew what was going to happen from one day to the next.
"Having other people do your clinic hours is innapropriate," Cuddy started.
"Chase, the one I will assume we're talking about , is not just another person. He's mybitch," House added and Wilson cracked a smile.
"Yourbitch or not, I want you in the clinic in an hour," Cuddy warned.
"Maybe you should come back at a more appropriate time. Let's say when you're in a less pissy mood," House added sarcastically.
"House another thing, I know you don't get along with patients well. Can we please stay below the part where they or their family starts hanging dead animals on my door," Cuddy seethed.
"Prove it," House challenged.
Cuddy held up a dead cat which had to have been dead for at least eight hours now. House visibly stiffened just looking at it.
"Believe me now. House this isn't just about you being mean to patients, your mean to your staff and anyone else who tries to be nice to you. You may like being a misantrope, but start acting like a human for once and by the way I expect you to be in the clinic no later than an hour from now," Cuddy finished.
"I'm soooooo gonna not go to the clinic," House muttered when he made sure that Cuddy was out of hearing range
"Efron, Joseph," Chase called out to the waiting room.
A young male came looked up and then followed Chase to exam room four. He looked no more than sixteen and wasn't an african american but was definately not caucasion. Probably most likely asian, thought Chase. He scanned through the chart and then gave a small smile.
"Pain medications right," Chase asked.
"I was shot like two weeks ago and it still hurts," Joseph explained.
"Where exactly, you see, sometimes there could be infections in the wound if it isn't properly treated," Chase explained.
Joseph rolled his eyes and mumbled curses under his breath.
"It was shallow and is unrelevant to what I'm complaining of now," Joseph snapped.
"The symptoms you are describing point to an infection and especially since you haven't taken proper action for it, it could and will become serious," Chase warned.
He just grunted an acknowledgement that he had heard, but it became apparent that he wasn't going to show him the wound anytime soon.
"You did at least see a doctor for it right," Chase asked.
He got another grunt from the other person. Chase didn't really know what to do at this point anymore. All he knew about this patient was that he was Asian, he wanted some medication, and that he had been previously shot. He was very suspicious about the reason behind it and decided to play safe by being cautious with this person, he was not one to be messed with.
"I'll give you an antibiotic for the trouble," Chase told him.
Joseph got up.
"Finally, what took you so long," he said.
Before Chase could even pull the the door open, he felt something sharp and cold lightly pressed against his temple.
"What took you so long to figure this out," Joseph added.
Note: Next chapter is going to tell more about what happened before Joseph came to the clinic.