Greetings wonderful reader people. Before you read my story, (whether it truly is one will be left to speculation) please consider the following:
1) I am no doctor. Just an insane House-addict with the power of the Google (tm) at hand. If your occupation falls under the wide category of "doctor" and you feel that my descriptions or other such parts to my story are inaccurate or false in any way, please alert me at your convenience.
2) Please, think before you flame. If you have a reason why you believe my story sucks, let me know. Otherwise, please take into consideration that I have a sharp tongue and little mercy for those that dare flame me. PLEASE DO NOT CONFUSE THIS WITH CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM. That is very much welcome.
Okay enough with all the big words already. For the record, the majority of the patient's characteristics are based upon that of my own, including family history. And now without further blabbering, I present unto you…
DETERIORATE
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It was one of those cold, rainy mornings in which one would rather slam their thumb down on the snooze button and retreat to their covers than go to work. This, however, was not an option for those lucky three doctors employed under Dr. Gregory House.
"Where do you suppose he is?" A heavily accented voice asked as its owner (who is extremely cute btw :3 ) continued to work on a crossword puzzle.
"Who cares," said the other male present in the room, also referred to as Foreman. "As long as he's not here giving us crap I'm—" The neurologist's comment was cut short by the glass door to the conference room was opened by none other than the infamous "he" the two had been referring to.
"Happy…" Foreman finished weakly as House limped to his position at the front of the room.
"Talking about the teacher behind his back; that's two demerits for you, young Eric," House bit at him, "Anything else you would like to say?" Foreman simply rolled his eyes, triggering a second assault from his employer. "Disrespect, that's another demerit. Do I have to call your parents?" The younger doctor glared while Chase sighed. Just your typical morning with Princeton Plainsboro's resident sadist.
Strangely, Cameron had remained silent throughout this affair, as well as most of the morning before House arrived. Apparently noticing her stoic demeanor, he said in his annoying tone, "And a demerit for you young lady." Cameron looked puzzled for a moment and asked, "Why?" before her instincts to not take the bait kicked in. "I hate teacher's pets."
House's ritual of morning antics was interrupted by a second entrance, this time Dr. Lisa Cuddy. "You've got a case," she stated bluntly, obviously impatient to accomplish more important tasks. "My Cuddy, aren't WE talkative today," House tried her, almost sensing her anticipation to leave the room. Completely ignoring the cranky diagnostician, Cuddy went on, "Female is admitted with vomiting, fever, headache, and confusion."
"She probably just had a few too many beers last night, send her home," House growled, uninterested.
The Dean of Medicine didn't move at all. She simply added, "The patient is twelve."
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There goes the first chapter. I would have made it longer, but my sadistic mind just couldn't help leaving people hanging. Also, since I forgot to mention it in the beginning, this story has no set time period and may eventually develop into a Cameron x Chase. No promises though ;-)