After what seemed like forever, Cuddy arrived. "Chase, what's going on?" she asked, looking annoyed. Chase was anxious to get this girl admitted when he realized whom exactly he saw in her. It was his boss, Dr. Gregory House, Head of Diagnostics. He prepared to answer Cuddy when she said, "You want her admitted, don't you?" As he nodded, she asked, "Why? Why on Earth do you need this patient admitted? Do you think there's some kind of problem in her veins? The cardiologist/surgeon/diagnostician nodded, and Cuddy, remembering his specialty, agreed immediately. "I suppose you're right. She looks abnormally healthy to be in here. But we need to contact her parents, first."
Chase frowned, and mumbled, "About that..." Before he was able to answer, though, the young girl spoke up, and made Chase leap. He had forgotten she was there.
"I'm still here, you know." Turning to Cuddy, she added, "I'm an orphan. Looking for parents sorta thing. Mom and Dad? Never knew 'em. Family pictures? Never been taken. Ask me what you wanna know and I'll see if my people can get it to ya."
Chase stood there, surprisingly already used to this. He looked at Cuddy; obviously, she was stunned by how calm this girl was about talking about the topic. Chase believed she was so calm because she was used to living without them, and a quick exchange of looks showed him that his assumptions were right. She winked at him as Cuddy glanced away. Her glee at being calm about her situation even excited Chase. He knew she would have parents someday.
Still, he said, "Pain in arm, no external signs. I'm thinking embolism. I want her admitted right away and an MRI of her right shoulder. And House does NOT know about this, alright?" He looked at her soberly, and said, "Also, give her some Advil for the pain. We'll give her the appropriate meds when we find what's wrong." He turned to Shester and said, "We're going to try to help you out. Just don't be afraid." He turned back to Cuddy and said, "I also want a nurse checking blood pressure, lower right arm." He heard Shester wince, and said, "Don't worry, it's just a regulation, and I'm having them take it LOWER right arm for a reason." Cuddy moved toward the door and motioned for Shester to come with her.
Shester stood up, wobbling because her legs had fallen asleep. She wobbled over to the door, and held on to the handle until she regained blood flow to her feet. She looked at Chase, with a confused frown. He gave her a look as though to say, "I'll be there in a little bit." With one last reassuring look, Shester was out the door. Chase sighed, anxious to be with the girl, and looked at the clock. In the hour and a half he had spent with the girl, he had managed to work the rest of today's duty down to a half hour. He walked out of the exam room and saw there were no patients. The receptionist said that they had all been taken care of and that he should just clock in for the day. He started to argue, saying he had a half hour left, and the nurse stopped him, telling him she'd cover for him. He made his way up to where Shester would be kept; He had some diagnosing to do.