The tears poured down her face as she drew the razor across her skin one more time. This made eight cuts now, the blood dripping down her arm as her vision blurred. A noise down the hall made her jump, tossing the bloodied razor into the open drawer next to her and kicking it shut. She hated to wash the blood away but her roommate was sure to notice.
Leaping up from the bed she quickly rushed to the bathroom and shut the door, making sure to grab her black Nightmare Before Christmas hoodie before clicking the lock behind her. She turned the knob on her sink, turning the water on, and thrusted her arm under the flow. It stung, making her hiss in pain, but she didn't remove her arm, watching almost happily as the water swirling the drain was tinted pink.
A loud bang on the door made her jump, twirling around and grabbing a towel, holding it to her arm as she unlocked the door, peering outside. She saw the shadow of her roommate fall across the bed, arms thrown over her face.
"You okay Evie?" she asked, still inside the bathroom. She couldn't face her roommate until the bleeding stopped, and razor cuts took forever to close.
"I'm fine Az. These lectures can fry your brain."
Az let out a laugh, checking under the towel to see if the bleeding had stopped. It had slowed, but that was enough. Throwing on her hoodie she turned the water off, opening the door fully and walking out of the bathroom.
"Ah, the price to pay for a higher education, huh Evelyn?" she asked, tossing a bottle of Advil to her before lying down on her own bed. Evelyn grunted her thanks before taking some, tossing the bottle in some random direction
Things fell silent between the two as Evelyn sat back and let the drugs take their effect. She took a deep breath, and then suddenly sat up.
"Evie?" Az called worriedly. Evelyn tried to take another deep breath, but winced in pain and began a coughing fit. Bringing a fist to her mouth to stem the cough, Az grabbed her hand.
"Evie, how long have your fingers been purple?"
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Dr. House pushed the glass doors of his office open, tossing his cane on the desk before roughly falling into the chair. His crew in the conference room all got up from their chairs and walked into his office.
Dr. Cameron, with her brown wavy hair pulled up into a tight and professional looking bun, tossed a blue patient file on his desk.
"We have a new case," said Dr. Foreman, taking the chair across from House's desk. "Twenty year old college student, had a headache after a lecture. Took some aspirin, and then realized she was having trouble breathing. Her roommate called it in, when she noticed the tips of her fingers were purple."
"Could be lupus," Cameron said, leaning against the wall behind Foreman.
Dr. Chase sighed, running a hand through his blonde hair. "It's never lupus Cameron, get over it. It could be Acrocyanosis. She just came out of a lecture, so she was stressed out."
"Start her on Calcium Channel Blockers, treat the Acrocyanosis." House declared, spinning in his chair so his back was to them. With a heavy sigh from each, the doctors left the room.
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Azrael was sitting in the chair next to her roommate's bed, her knees pulled up to her chest and her face buried out of sight. The sound of the door opening caught her attention and she lifted her face. What she saw made her breath catch in her throat.
He was gorgeous. His blonde hair just long enough to fall into his eyes, which were such a vivid green, much like hers, they seemed to emanate their own light. She dropped her knees to the floor, wincing ever so slightly as the material of her jeans pulled the fresh cuts on her legs.
"Are you alright?" the blonde doctor asked, in an incredibly sexy Australian accent, she had to admit.
"I'm fine, it's nothing," she dismissed rather quickly, getting to her feet, mentally checking that her sweatshirt covered her arm, which was still bleeding slightly. "I'm Azrael, Evelyn's roommate."
"I'm Dr. Chase, I'll be one of three doctors trying to figure out what's wrong with your roommate."
She nodded, tearing her eyes away from his face to look back at Evie, who was placed under sedatives to sleep. "It was so odd. She took some advil, and then suddenly she couldn't breathe. I went over to her to see if she was alright, and that's when I noticed her fingertips were blue."
Chase nodded, walking to Evie's bedside and grabbing her wrist, checking her heart rate. "Everything other than her breathing seems normal. I'm going to start her on Calcium blockers, and we'll see if that helps the discoloration in her fingers at all."
Az nodded, bringing her gaze back up to the doctor's face. God he was attractive, but most likely ten years older than her. Why did she have to have a weakness for blondes with accents? She watched as he left the room, the white lab coat billowing out behind him from the speed of his stride. Looking back to Evelyn with a heavy sigh, she reached into her pocket for the razor. Having her best friend in the hospital, with an undeniably hot doctor, brought on some new stress that needed to be relieved.