Two blood tests, one colonoscopy, and one biopsy later I was laying, chained to my bed staring at the scruffy doctor standing at the base of it with his cronies grouped behind him. "What now?" I groaned as I rattled the handcuffs that latched my left hand to the bed.
"I distinctly remember asking you if you had any bad escargot lately. I never did get an answer," I growled slightly at his sarcasm, but I was starting to get used to it.
"No, but I did eat some bad chicken. Dan tried his hand at cooking, I was the guinea pig. It was still slightly pink inside, so I never finished it."
"Sounds yummy, well you ate enough to give you e-coli. Nasty little bacteria that you got from your play thing's cooking."
"He's not my play thing I can barely stand him..."
"Plaything or not, he gave you a bacteria filled entree that caused your cramps, the vomiting, and the bloody diarrhea. We started you on IV fluids to get you rehydrated, you just need to wash your hands before and after handling meat, and don't let the boss man cook for you anymore."
I rolled my eyes and they rested on that same strange woman standing outside my door. She was smiling, and watching MC Hammer, not that he was doing anything interesting. Her eyes shifted over to meet mine and she waved slightly.
I simply arched an eyebrow and gave her a two finger salute, though still thoroughly confused. What the heck is with that woman... I wondered before turning my gaze back to House. "You can get out now..." I hinted, looking towards the door.
His cronies seemed to get the hint and quickly scurried out the door, MC Hammer meeting with stalker chick on the way. "And you haven't left yet why?" I asked looking back to the stubborn man at the foot of my bed. "Well someone has to monitor you, since I'm qualified I figured, why not." I rolled my eyes at his sarcastic and patronizing tone.
My head turned to a loud shouting noise coming from my slightly opened door. Frantic french words floated in and I groaned recognizing the voices almost immediately. I saw my brother's blond hair and figure blocking two more figures from entering the room, he was speaking very fast, sounding frantic in our native language.
"I thought I told you not to tell Mom and Dad that I was sick!"
"I'm sorry but it slipped!" I rolled my eyes and put the pillow over my head, deciding to ignore the fact that my annoying doctor had a smirk on his face. My mother and father pushed their way past my brother and practically suffocated me with touches and carreses, and efforts to get the pillow off my head.
"Mon pauvre bébé!" My stepford mother crooned as she finally got the pillow off my head. Her hair was long and blond, and at the moment set in elegant curls. She had a small ski sloped nose, and sharp features. Her bright green eyes looked right through you, like she could read your very soul. Her body was slender and very delicate, as to fit today's fasions.
She gasped and put her hand to her mouth, backing away from me slightly. The last time she saw me I still had my long mid back length blond hair, she had yet to see me with my black pixie cut
"Qu'avez-vous fait à vos cheveux ?" I rolled my eyes and ran my fingers through my now blond rooted hair, I wasn't able to dye it while I was here."I like it like this Mama, I'm fine so you can leave." I stated quite bluntly not very thrilled that they were hovering over me, again. I was lucky my parents understood english, but they refused to speak it, claiming it was a dirty and unrefined language. I could really care less.
"Pourquoi n'a pas fait vous nous dites que vous étiez malades, les docteurs français sont tellement mieux, vous pourriez avoir été il y a les semaines guéries!" I sighed and looked towards my father.
He was a tall, stern looking man, with glittering chocolate brown eyes that looked down on me with love, though pride lost somewhere behind it. He had a full head of salt and pepper hair and, much like my mother, strong sharp features. He was a burly man, though not so much fat as bulky and muscular, though still slightly on the lean side compared to most politicians his age.
"Papa I only got sick three days ago, and Dr. House has already figured out what was wrong, and is fixing the problem. So you can go back to Paris and finish talking with the Prime Minister. I'll be okay." I waved off my mother's incessant pawing at my hair, in attempts to fix it and looked pleedingly at my brother.
He simply shrugged and continued to watch, same as House. Though I'm sure the latter was enjoying this much more than the former. My eyes looked to the door almost desperately and they locked gazes with stalker girl once more. My desperation almost bled from my eyes as I looked at her, pleadingly.
She simply nodded and slid open the door walking in with a flourish, wielding a wheel chair. "Excuse me Dr. House. It's time for her shower." I sighed in relief as she shooed my parents away from the bed and started to help me into the chair, freeing me from the handcuffs first. I suprised myself by letting her do it in the first place, but really anything to get away from these two snobs.
"Let me come with you, to lend a helping hand." He wiggled his eyebrows as he got up steadying himself with his cane. My parents gasped and started gibbering on in french about how vulgar the American doctor was, I simply rolled my eyes. "Uh, let me think. No." Was my savior's reply. I gave a short laugh and covered my mouth. "Well let's do this then...uh...?" I looked up at the woman pushing my lanky figure out the door. "Gibson."
"Right, Gibson, gotcha." I looked forward and stayed silent for a moment. "And I lied. You looked like you needed to get out of there." I rolled my eyes and figited with my hospital gown. "Everybody lies, all the time...It's nothing new." I mumbled with a slight sigh.
"So were those your parents?" She asked curiously, looking straight ahead as she pushed me along the corridors. "Well if you mean his sperm contributed to my creation, and she popped me out from between her legs? Then yes I suppose they are my parents." I responded with a sneer. I truly did not see them as my parents than so much as just my creators.
"Lovely. So, where do you want to go?" What the heck is with the inquisition. I thought incredulously as I sighed once more, running my fingers through my hair. "Somewhere that I can cause some trouble? Got a bar in this place?" I asked, the entire thing laced with sarcasm.
Of course I knew there was nothing I could really do for fun since my stunts in the children's ward and the cafeteria. "Trouble would be the clinic." I scoffed slightly at that. "Oh yea, seems thrilling. Bunch of sick people with the sniffles, who don't know what NyQuil is." She gave a short laugh and shook her head slightly, as we turned the corner, going straight past the children's ward once more.
"Well, we could go to the roof." I stayed silent for a moment before looking up at her once again. "Why are you doing this?"
"Because you looked like you needed to get out of there."
"Not that, I mean why did you help me? I mean I've only glared at you every time I saw you." I put my foot down and stopped our progress, only to turn around and look her right in the eye. I never did like a person with a motive. "Because I know you've got to be stressed stuck in the hospital. Besides, I know how Dr. House can get." So she knows how to keep her cool, I might just like her. I thought before I sat back down in the chair and we made our way towards the roof.
"Dr. House wasn't the problem for once. Try having a stepford wife, and a politician as parents." She looked down at me with a smile as we stood in the elevator. "Wanna talk about it?" I shot her yet another glare, though not as harsh as the previous ones had been. "I'll take that as a no." She responded, with a small laugh.
"You are soooo intuitive."
