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Chapter Two
House had a new patient, but even so he couldn't stop thinking about that young woman and the mystery she had brought into his life. Tortured, ran across a nightmare of a snake that he seriously doubted was created anywhere but in a mad scientist's lab, and at least one of the victims of said snake and four others who were there for what reason he knew not. All in all, he had himself a mystery and a half and he still didn't know what the hell was going on. But then he asked himself the one thing that nearly stopped him cold.
Did he really want to know?
"I heard you had a new patient," Wilson said, as he joined him in his office. "Taub was complaining that he didn't think it was cancer, but 13…"
"It's rickets," he muttered. "Cutner is verifying it."
Wilson blinked at him. "That's it?"
He looked at him, his eyes a hard blue. "Sometimes the easiest solution, though very boring for myself, is the answer. What time is it?"
Wilson looked at him with an arched brow muttering, "Lunch time, which is why I'm here. What's going on with you? Usually you come to my office to remind me about lunch, not the other way around."
House got to his feet, limping over to the door to his office. "Then lunch it is! I'm not going to be waiting for you forever you know."
Rolling his eyes, Wilson followed him out without another word about work.
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House had no sooner sat down, placing his lunch on the table when he saw her. She was dressed in two hospital gowns, as well as a tattered faded blue terrycloth robe that he could have sworn he saw in lost and found along with a pair of miss matched slippers. Her left arm was in a sling and it looked like she had managed to get some sleep, but not much. What intrigued him was the fact she was smoking. She hadn't struck him as being one, but that's when he smelled it.
"Hmm, I think I just found my new best friend," he said, as he got up and went over to where she was sitting.
"What…Oh, yeah, that explains everything." He frowned then. "A bit." And ended up following him to see what his friend was up to.
"Hello again," House said to her, sitting across from her and putting his tray down. "Please don't tell me that you aren't the kind not to share. That's just rude."
She leaned back and just stared at him, saying nothing before looking over to Wilson. "Dr. Wilson."
"Miss Granger," he said casually, making House look over to him sharply. "As the head of Oncology, I had to provide her with her medical marijuana." He looked back over to her. "It's helping?"
Hermione smiled and nodded. She was about to speak when House cut off whatever it was she was going to say.
"Don't you ever speak?" he snapped.
"Don't you ever shut up?" she shot right back at him. "Do you really have something to say or do you like the sound of your own voice?"
That had him shocked to say the least. At least now he had one answer. "British?"
"Very. And you? I'm guessing Chicago with hints of Egypt and the orient, specifically Japan." House blinked at her in shock before his face shut down.
"Who told you?" he demanded.
"Your voice did." She took a puff of her medical weed and let it out slowly. "You must have been in these locations during your formative years when you were still developing your language skills." She then went on to tell him where in his linguistics that she plucked the information from, finishing with, "If you didn't want people to know, you should have taken elocution lessons." Hermione flicked ash into the ashtray on the table, before leaning back and looking at him. "You're not accustomed to others around you being able to decipher those around them like you do?" She was silent for a moment. "Most in this world can be unobservant, only looking for what they expect or want to see. You know that. But that doesn't make all of us blind or deaf, eh?" She took another hit of the pot and sighed it out. Rubbing her brow, she compressed her lips and stood up. Hermione put out the joint, putting what was left of it into a small plastic baggy with three others. "I must be off. I'm told that I'll be fed something halfway palatable. They're lying, of course, but they're trying to get me to eat. Dr. Wilson." She looked to House. "Dr. Intrusive Pain in the Arse."
It wasn't until she was back into the hospital that Wilson busted up laughing.
House looked over to him muttering, "Oh shut up. It wasn't that funny."
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"Will you just bloody well shut up, Ronald!"
House stopped in his tracks and walked over to where he had heard the Granger girl snapping at someone. He stopped behind them and just watched and listen.
"Don't you get it?! I didn't do it for fame or recognition! They were going to die! And if I could have brought more with me, I would have!"
The redhead's face went a florid scarlet. "But why Snape? What did he ever do…"
"He saved us more times than I can count," she muttered. "He taught us to survive. Hate him all you like. Goodness knows I'll never change your mind. But you will respect him enough to call him either Mr. Snape or Professor Snape. Because say what you will, he has more than earned that much especially from the likes of you."
"You've gone nutters!" he exclaimed only to have her slam her fist into his nose.
The tall redhead stumbled back, grabbing his face.
It was then that she saw House watching them. Straightening herself up, she said, "Go visit your brother, Ronald. I've had more than my fill of your obnoxious behavior to last me a good long time."
She walked past House with her head held high, as she did so and greeted, "Doctor."
"Patient," he said, with a casual nod of his head. He looked over to the tall redhead, who was barely able to hold in the blood now dripping down his face. "Ouch. That looked like it hurt. She has an excellent right jab. Great form."
"Help me!" Ron demanded.
"Oh, I'm not that kind of doctor. I diagnose people." He went up to him, took down the other man's hand, looked the nose over and added, "That's broken alright!" And House walked away with a grin growing on his face.
TBC…
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