I AM VERY SORRY THAT I HAVEN'T UDPDATED. BETWEEN HOMEWORK AND CHEERLEADING, I HAVE LITTLE TIME TO DO ANYTHING. THE WEEKENDS ARE GOING TO BE MY BIG UPDATE DAYS, AND I MIGHT BE ABLE TO GET AND UPDATE OR TWO IN ON TUESDAYS AND THURSDAYS, DEPENDING ON WHETHER OR NOT MY COACH HAS US PRACTICE THEN. AS OF NOW, WE'RE NOT.
DON'T OWN IT.
It only took the team 5 hours to diagnose the patient. Turns out, allergies can hide. Chase, Foreman, and Thirteen were packing up their stuff, in an awkward silence.
"Chase, how long did you know she was lying?" Foreman asked.
"She is right here."
"Thirteen told me a few days ago." Chase emphasized her name.
"All I was saying by that was just don't talk about me."
"Why'd she tell you?"
"How about I answer the questions!" Both men shut up. "At first, I pulled the prank to teach both of you a lesson. Chase apologized, and I could tell he was genuinely sorry. I know he would never intentionally hurt me. So, I told him. But Foreman, messing with you is just fun." She smirked.
"I agree." Chase said.
"So, are you still mad?" Foreman took a seat.
"Agitated, but not mad. I just wish people would learn to stay out of my business. Plus, the whole hospital will now know that you two were played." With a playful smile, she walked out of the room.
"I'll tell you, man, I need a drink after this day." Foreman said.
"Are you bringing your boyfriend with us?" Chase teased.
"No." Foreman rolled his eyes at Chase's antics. "But we can invite him."
"Should we invite House and Thirteen?"
"Dude, I'm trying to get away from them." Foreman said.
"Fine, then call your brofriend."
"You're so immature."
Now at the closest bar, the three men sat in a booth, nursing their beers like babies.
"Wow, you two really have bad luck." Taub laughed after they concluded their story.
"We have bad luck? I'm not the one who got 2 women pregnant, while cheating on them with the other." Foreman threw back.
"At least one of us doesn't have bad luck." Chase tilted his head to Thirteen, who was sitting on a barstool, alone, completely oblivious to her colleagues' presence on the other side of the room.
"Maybe we should ask her to come over. It sounds like hell to be on her bad side." Taub said.
"She looks pretty happy." Foreman said. The other men threw him an incredulous look. "She's not chatting up some girl." He shrugged.
"Well, at least now everything can go back to normal." Taub said.
"Not normal. Equilibrium, maybe." Chase said.
"What? Nobody's mad at anyone now. It'll be fine." Foreman said.
"It can't. She's not dying anymore."
"Isn't that a good thing?"
"It defined who she was, Foreman." Chase fixed him with a hard glare.
"She hates overprotective." Foreman glared back. Thinking alcohol would help, Taub ordered them another round of beers.
"You must've figured that out when she broke up with you."
"If you both don't shut up, she'll hear you." Taub suggested. Chase's phone buzzed, and he looked down, then turned pale.
"Who is it?" Taub asked.
"Thirteen said, she has a name." Wearily, the three men turned their heads, and waved. She sauntered over, and said,
"Things will be normal, dying didn't define who I was, I do hate overprotective, and I broke up with Foreman because he's a jerk." With that, she turned and left.
IF YOU GUYS WANT MORE, REVIEW. THIS COULD EASILY BE A GOOD LEAVE-OFF POINT, BUT I'M ALSO CONSIDERING DOING SOMETHING WITH THE FBI, AS I MENTIONED IN THE SECOND CHAPTER. SO, IF YOU WANT MORE, REVIEW!