Chapter 8: Patient

Disclaimer: I we do not own House. No matter what Kimberly may say. She spits milo. I DID NAWT. I choked. People are mean to me. :( She choked and spat everything on me & the other Kimberly (the one who wrote The Amazing Escapades of Harry Potter and Friends) A LIE, I tell you. I was dying. It was NAWT MY FAULT. I hate people. LYK SRSLY. I'm a MISANTHROPE. :( Fine. Whatever. This is going to be typed. Who'd care if a poor co-writer had to write on someone's spit/milo. It was NAWT spit. Come on. People don't care, they want STORY. :(

Third person

House limped in.

"Hey, hey, hey! I told you to look after the patient. Not to kill him/ stress him into cardiac arrest."

Thirteen walked in behind him. "How is he?"

"Why are you with House?" Kutner asked. "You said you were going on a date with Chase!"

"Do we need to discuss this when the patient is dying!?" House shot back.

Since when did you care about the patient?" Taub asked.

"Since we don't have an ANSWER!" House popped two vicodin pills.

Just then, Chase and Cameron came into the room. "Thanks for driving off without us."

"GOD. ARE YOU STALKING ME?!" exclaimed House exasperatedly.

"Um. No. I think our pagers are all set to the same patient since we happen to be on this case." Replied Chase.

"Can we get on with it?" muttered Thirteen in annoyance.

"OH KAY PEOPLE." Chase shouted. "STOP ARGUING. PATIENT, NOW."

"Chase is right. So what are the new symptoms?" House said.

"Kidney failure." Taub said.

"Cardiac arrest." Kutner said.

"Flu." Taub said.

"Must be an infection." Cameron said.

"An infection wouldn't spread that fast." Kutner said.

"Supervirus?" asked Thirteen.

"Mutations of the common cold virus is rare. Do a full body scan." House said.

"Azcanzler's disease explains all the symptoms. The cold could just be… a cold." Kutner tried.

"Erlinmeyers." Chase said. "Explains all the symptoms too."

"Okay." House said. "Thirteen, Chase, do an MRI. Kutner, Taub, Cameron, do the full body."

"Where are you going?" Thirteen asked.

House smiled. "Cuddy and Wilson have been gone a REALLY LONG TIME…"

"Aww, come on. Why no just leave them alone? Cuddy's been working sp hard… she deserves to have a break with someone that actually… cares about her." Said Thirteen before walking out.

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House P.O.V

Okay. So maybe Thirteen was right about the hard work thing. I sat in my office chair and twirled my cane. But Wilson?! And Cuddy? Well, to me, they seem like the most incompatible –couple-. Wilson liked needy. Cuddy's not needy. She's… self-sufficient? I don't know. But she sure as hell doesn't need Wilson. Her kid might though.

Another thing that's on my mind. My date with Thirteen was ruined. We even quarrelled before we started the date. I guess, I'd never say this but it's up to me to make it up to her. How about the nearby bar? A couple of drinks after work. That's casual, not that far away and not time-consuming.

Location – check. Time – check. Now, how am I going to ask her…

- DAMN IT HOUSE. YOU HAVE A PATIENT TO WORRY ABOUT.-

Maybe the patient has a heart infection from a mitral valve opening or growth.

Author's note: Short chapter much? But it had a super long disclaimer. I just realised all our chapters just look longg on paper, I wonder if it'll be 100 words even when either of us type it out. I'm happy. Nice new page with no milo-spit of kimmerrz. :)

[kimmerrz does editing. She edits whatever she sees as stupid/lame/dumb/bad thought at that point in time. I type. I type whatever I see on paper. So yes. This is actually not that short of a chapter.]