Chase's heart fluttered violently when their patient was back.
"Whoa, that sure was a doosey," House laughed as he helped transfer the girl onto another bed to be put in a room.
Foreman rolled his eyes, taking off his rubber gloves. "Looks like we may have a case," he sighed throwing them into the trash.
"You mean a case for Chase," he said, picking up the file from the floor and handing it to Dr. Chase.
"What me? Why are you giving it to me?" Chase replied, looking down at the patient's information. A nurse rolled the bed out of the room, taking his patient away.
"Because, I have ten other patients to see, and Jeopardy's on," he spat, grabbing his cane and trudging out.
"We'll help you on your case until House is free. I seriously doubt if he'll really take charge of his other patients, or this one for the matter, but Cuddy will straighten it out." Foreman sighed, as he strolled his way to the meeting room. Cameron followed him, and soon after Chase did the same.
As they walked they discussed about the patient and her condition. "What do you think she may have?" Cameron asked Chase.
"Has she had any heart surgery in the last 2 years?" Foreman questioned, opening the doors for his colleagues.
The group took their seats, while Chase studied the file. "No, there is no sign of any surgery at all." He answered.
"Well that's been ruled out, what about heart disease," Cameron suggested. "It's a leading cause of death in women now a days."
"It would explain the heart failure, but what about before," Cameron stated looking at the info on the patient's file. "The pain in the chest, stress on the chest during work."
"Has she had any heart attacks since her last visit?" Foreman questioned, sitting down in one of the meeting room chairs. Chase sat beside him setting the file in the middle of the table.
"The file says nothing about earlier illnesses or problems."
"Then let's go beyond the file shall we," said a voice at the door. It was House.
"Has she been taking any heart meds or sneaking some from a friend to get high?" he slurred, taking his bottle of Vicoden and swallowing two or three.
"I don't think she would," Chase responded.
"Well run a blood test and see if there are any in her blood stream, Chase. Cameron, I want you to dig around in her purse and make sure she doesn't have any meds that could mess with her ticker, and Foreman, put her on a little bit of blood thinner," House commanded, hobbling into the hallway, his cane at hand.
"Are you sure you know what your doing?" Chase asked his mentor, as the others went to do their assigned tasks.
"This is your case," he huffed, in a rough tone of voice. "You tell me."
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