VRS Cross-Over:
Dr. House and the V.R.S Crew
Clinic Ward
"You're late." Doctor Lisa Cuddy said, as she walked out of her office and into the Clinical Ward of the hospital. She was wearing her usual attire of lots of make up, curly back, shoulder-length hair, and a low-cut blowse with a skirt.
"And you're wearing something completely unprofessional under your lab coat, what else is new?" Replied the charasmatic, Doctor House. He was one of the most famous doctors in the world, leading in Diagnostry. He was fluent in more than eight languages, and wasn't the nicest person in the world. Gregory House was sarcastic, cynical, and just plain rude, at the best of times. His peircingly blue eyes seemed to disarm anyone who wanted to put up a verbal fight with the man.
"You're one to talk." She swiftly replied, used to the insulting. She commented on the fact he never wore a lab coat, and wore things completely unlike a Diagnostician. This time, it was jeans with a Jimi Hendrix t-shirt.
"Hey, be nice to the crippeled." He said, putting on a completely fake sad face. Dr. House had cronick pain in his right leg, and used a cane since. As a pain releaver, the doctor used the powerful medicine, Vicodin. It worked if you were in pain, and it worked if you weren't. House was obviously addicted to it, as he just popped one as he spoke.
"Patient has a mysterious Adrenal problem. It's a puzzle..." Cuddy said, knowing House only likes patients in which the cures were incredably hard to find. She handed him the medical file, as he continued to walk towards the waiting room of the clinic.
"O2 stats?" He asked, looking over the file.
"Normal."
"Blood pressure?"
"Normal."
"Blood type?"
"O Negative." After years of working with House, Dr. Cuddy found this array of questions normal.
"Organ problems in the past?"
"None to speak of."
"Age?"
"Fifteen."
"Sex?"
"Male."
"No, I meant if he's ever had any before." He sounded annoyed,
"Nope." She replied rolling her eyes.
"And you asked him this?"
"The medical questionaire."
"What fifteen year old hasn't had sex?" He asked retorically.
"House, he's fifteen, he said he never has."
"Everyone lies." That, Cuddy found, was his favourite thing to say.
"House, none of this makes sense! No major sickness before... ever! This kid has an odd Adreanal problem. It's a puzzle."
"Interesting..." He said, handing her back the file.
"I knew you'd like it." She said, smiling. She wondered why he had given her back the file.
"And as in interesting, I mean stupid." He responded caliously, opening the glass door to the clinical ward.
"What? Look at the chart, House! Everything is normal excapt the Adrenal gland!"
"Then there's two things that will happen. One, we dismiss it as a mistake in the test, and his Adrean Gland is normal. Or two, we admit him into the Fletcher Ward, and give him to Wilson. If it's a problem with the Adrenalin, it must be a tumor or something like that. Either way, I'm not dealing with him." The Fletcher Ward was the section of the hospital used for people with Cancer or tumors, and Dr. Wilson was seemingly House's only friend. Wilson was also an encologist. House opened the door, to find the waiting room full with teenagers. The youngest seemed to be fifteen, the oldest, twenty. "You have got to be kidding me..." House said, looking annoyed and bored at the crowd of people.
"Check the kid out. He's the one with the gloves on. Name's Aiden Sedgwick." She ordered him. "House, you still owe me for getting you out of jail with that Vicodin inceddent, don't forget that." He took the file back with his left hand, it being the only free one. He sighed, took the file angirly, and went off towards his own personal Hell.
All the people in the clinic were easily identifyible. Each had oddly coloured hair and completly different clothes. From trench coats to t-shirts, this kids were weird.
"Aiden." House said, looking at him.
The boy looked back up, and so did the rest of his friends. After looking at the boy for a short while, House noticed something odd. His right eye seemed to be mechanicle. Definitly something worth exploiting and exploring. "Yes?" The boy answered.
"I said your name... Usually, in a hospital, the patient goes over to the doctor and follows him to the exam rooms... So, let's try this again." He rolled his eyes dramitically.
"Aiden... Sedgwick..." He said slowly.
"You're my doctor?" The boy asked.
"You're his doctor?" The older boy next to him asked. His hair was jet black, and his eyes seemed to be rainbow coloured.
"No... I'm impersonating the man called Doctor House today because I got bored of examining patients." He quickly responded, obviously annoyed.
"House, he's a kid. Be nice." Cuddy said, over his shoulder. "Aiden, this is Doctor House. He'll be examining you today." She said with a smile. The boy got up and put out a gloved hand. House looked at it, but didn't shake it.
"Can't," Dr. House said. "Hands are full." He motioned at his cane and the rather small, thin, and light file.
"Pleasure to meet you, Doctor." Aiden said with an air of arrogance. "I suppose that the hospital clothing standards have been lowered today? Or was it just your bad choice of clothes that lead me to assume you're not as good as they say?" Aiden asked.
House was suprised at this. Most kids this age barely knew how to spell the word 'sarcasim' let alone use it. He looked over at Doctor Cuddy, with a smile.
"Oh snap!" He said. "I like this kid already!" Cuddy rolled her eyes and shook her head, walking off back into her office.