A/N: This is my very first House fic, so if anyone would like to help beta it, feel free to PM me.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the House characters. I do however own the clinic patient Bianca Skye and Nurse Nicole.
I slowly made my way to exam room three. I had a blue file in one hand and was trying to massage my head with the other. My head felt like it had it been run through a blender and dealing with another insane patient was the last thing I wanted to do.
I entered the room and quickly glanced down at the test results. Negative for strep. "Miss Skye," I began as I looked up at the teen.
Her chocolate orbs were glued to my face. She appeared to be trying to figure out whether my news was good or bad. Hope seemed to twinkle in her eyes. " I have Strep, don't I?" she asked eagerly.
'Too eager,' I thought.
I quickly shook my head, stomping out her hope before it spread like wildfire. "The test was negative. You just have a virus," I explained.
Bianca crossed her arms before glaring at me evilly. Displeasure was clearly written all over her face. "But my throat—it hurts so bad! Can't you do anything? I just want this pain to go away!" she pleaded.
"I'm sorry," I told her. "I can't give you anything for a virus."
"Oh, come on! What kind of doctor are you, anyway? What kind of clinic is this?" She exclaimed annoyed.
"Fine," I replied.
I pulled out a pen and my prescription pad. I quickly wrote out a script for some Duratuss, cold medicine. "Here's some antibiotics," I told her. "Take two twice a day until your throat feels better and come back if it doesn't within two weeks."
Bianca grabbed the paper and a grin crept up on her face. "Thank you so much doctor. I knew there was something that you could do for my sore throat!"
As she left, I couldn't help but let out a groan. Usually, I find clinic duty a nice change of pace from being in Diagnostics with House or working in the ICU. Occasionally, I even find a case worthy of House's attention. Not today. Today was International Stupid Patient Day.
I strode over to the nurse's station and plopped Blanca's file down. Today my favorite nurse was working the desk—Nicole. She had just started working at PPTH about a month ago and was an RN in the ICU. We crossed paths quite often. Her friendly face almost made my hard day in clinic seem worth it. "Dr. Chase checks out at…. 12:35. Write that down," I told her.
Nicole glanced up from her paperwork at the sound of my voice. "All right. Leaving a little early today aren't you? Your shift isn't over until…1:00. Either you've got a hot lunch date or House is rubbing off on you. Which is it?" she asked with a bright smile.
"Neither. I've got a headache."
"Mmm-hmm. Sure you do," Nicole teased. "Don't worry. If Cuddy says anything, I'll tell her that House paged you."
"Thank you so much. I don't know what'd I'd do if Brenda was working in here today."
"Neither do I. Feel better, Robert."
I left the clinic grateful that Nicole and I were on such good terms with each other.
Cameron and Foreman were hanging out in the conference room much to my dismay. There went Plan A: Sleep Headache Off in the Dark Room.
"Where's House?" I asked as I massaged my temples in an effort to relieve the pain.
Foreman shrugged. "He's either trying to evade clinic duty or Cuddy. Take your pick. Did you find us a case?"
"No," I replied glumly as I laid my head down on the table.
"Are you okay?" Cameron questioned.
I slowly lifted my head up. "I'm fine. It's just a headache."
"How long have you had it?" Foreman asked.
"Not long."
"How bad?"
"Not too bad."
"What's your pain rating?" Foreman interrogated as he moved closer towards me and went into full neurologist mode.
"I told you I'm fine. Stop trying to examine me!" I snapped.
I quickly stood up from my spot at the table. I picked up my messenger bag from the corner and draped it over my shoulder. I wasn't going to spend anymore time then necessary with my two nosy co-workers. "Where are you going?" Cameron inquired.
"Home. Page me if we get a case."
