Caring is Creepy – Chapter IX

"Ok, get out."

Foreman glanced up at the door as he lay down on the gurney in quarantine to see House standing at the door, holding it open with his cane.

"Ah, what about the CDC?" Chase asked as he sat up on his gurney confused.

"I told them Cuddy stashed the drugs. Now, out." House dropped his cane and let the door close as Foreman and Chase quickly hoped off their gurneys and ran after House who was already down the hall outside.

"So what's new?" Foreman caught up to House as he quickly stopped and peered cautiously around the corner before quickly hopping over to the elevator.

"Differential diagnosis people!" House pressed the elevator button, as he looked cautiously once more up and down the hall. "Blindness, heart failure, seizures and brain tumours."

"Hold on, what happened to Cameron?" Chase quickly snapped as he walked in the elevator with House and Foreman.

"She got better."

"Really?"

"No."

"So what causes blindness, heart failure, seizures and brain tumours?" House continued, staring up at the floor numbers.

Foreman crossed his arms in thought. "Well, when we scale it down to contagious diseases…"

"It's not contagious."

Ding.

"What do mean it's not contagious?" Foreman followed House out of the elevator, perplexed.

"As in, it's not contagious." House glanced back to Foreman as he continued to walk to his office.

"But Cameron and the family got sick because of their contact with the patient, that's kind of the definition of contagious!" Chase argued as he entered the office after House and Foreman.

House moved up to the whiteboard and turned around. "No, the definition of contagious is to contract the same disease of the original patient. I think. I don't really carry round the Oxford dictionary with me. But my point is, the others do not have the same disease. Therefore, we treat our first patient then everyone else will get better."

"And you're basing this theory on what? Convenience?" Foreman crossed his arms.

"Nope, basing it on the Doctor."

"Since when do you listen to anyone, let alone the Doctor?" Chase looked at House sceptically.

"Since I realised not everyone in the world is as stupid and perfectly permed as you, Chase."

"But the original patient and the others are connected. We can't just ignore one and cure the other." Foreman continued to stare at House seriously.

House rested hand on the top of the whiteboard. "No, because they are connected. Curing one cures the other."

"Which means it contagious!"

"No it isn't"

Foreman and Chase turned around to see the Doctor walking into the office, balancing what looked like a bunch of rusted metal junk in his arms.

"Why?" Foreman watched as the Doctor dropped the junk on the table with a clang.

The Doctor looked up at Foreman and wiped his hands on his pants as he stuffed them back in his pockets and stood up straight. "Because it's alien."

Foreman raised his eyebrows. "Ah, whywould you think that?"

"Because I'm alien."

Chase immediately lit up. "You are?"

"Wow, he really jumped in there…" House raised his eyebrows.

"You're alien?" Foreman tried to contain his laughter.

"Yep."

"Ok, I'm sorry but this is ridiculous." Foreman crossed his arms. "These patient is dying. Cameron was infected and you're playing games."

"No jokes," The Doctor looked seriously. "I'm alien. Really…I am."

"Are you from mars?" Chase asked, excited.

"No, I'm not from mars." The Doctor replied dully.

"Where are you from?" Chase grinned stupidly.

"Gallifrey."

"Never heard of it."

"Good."

Foreman looked over at House who continued to lean on the board, looking on at Chase and the Doctor. "So you believe all this?"

"Nope!" House smiled. "I still think is a hallucination."

Foreman rolled his eyes and looked back at the Doctor. "Are you sure you haven't just got a tumour growing in your temporal lobe?"

"No, I'm an alien, I am. Look;" The Doctor took out his sonic screwdriver and held it up to the CD player on the top of the shelves and turned it on.

"Congratulations." Foreman looked back at the Doctor wryly. "You've got yourself a remote control."

The Doctor looked annoyed. "Have it your way…" Quickly moving up to Foreman he pulled out Foreman's stethoscope from his lab coat pocket, snapped the buds in his ears and put the diaphragm to the right side of his chest.

Foreman sighed in frustration then suddenly stopped short, quickly grabbing the diaphragm from the Doctor's right side and bringing it back to where his heart should be. Quickly he brought it back to the right side and listened again.

"Jesus Christ…"

"Time Lord."

Foreman looked back up at the Doctor. "You've…you got two hearts."

"Do I?" The Doctor feigned surprise. "Fancy that. Now!" He turned back to the junk on the table, leaving Foreman dead in his tracks. "I need some blood samples, and some bone marrow." The Doctor started to set the pieces up. "You!" He looked up at Chase. "What was your name again?"

"Chase…ah, Robert Chase."

"Fantastic Robert Chase! Here:" He chucked up a rusted metal slab to Chase. "Scan the girl with this."

"What does it do?"

"It scans…things…. How should I know? It looks scanerish, that's good enough, now House – "

Suddenly the Doctor was cut off. The glass table began to hum loudly as Chase's pager began to vibrate. Foreman's beeper suddenly went off as he looked down to check it.

Something was wrong with the others.

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NB: Ok, I officially hate Eurovision. Not that I ever really liked it before, always thought it was a joke, something so lame it's hilarious. But it's no laughing matter when Doctor Who is pulled for a week because of it. Like anyone watches Eurovision in the UK anyway! Like you're going to win with a song like that anyway. Oh god, getting memories flooding in of airplanes and corny dance moves with ping-pong paddles…#shudder#.

Anywho! That's my rant. So, must go to watch the grand final of the ice hockey world cup! (In case you wanted to know…) So, to keep me out of my depressed little hole for having only two eps of House left and to wait another week for Doctor Who: REVIEW!! Cheers! Just like to say though, statistically: you guys are the best reviewers I've ever had. Huzzah for statistics!