Chase trudged out of the bedroom. "No drugs or toxins."
Foreman rolled his eyes sympathetically, "look at this house. Too small to hide anything anyway."
The patients house was a tiny apartment which was poorly decorated. Only a picture of the patient and a young man in his military uniform adorned the wall in the living room. The furniture was immaculate and organized but did little to improve the aesthetics of the apartment.
Chase looked around as he and Foreman stood in the center of the hallway. "Poor girl has to live here? Cramped for one person but for two..."
"Things you put up with when your about to have a child. My parents raised me and my brothers in a house like this," Foreman explained as Chase entered the bathroom.
"Yes- being rich I never could comprehend that some people have to live in conditions like this."
Foreman sloped against the door frame of the bathroom as Chase foraged through the bathroom, inspecting the floor tiles for something he could sample. "Not what I meant, Chase."
"When my dad left the house was a wreck. My dad was too busy with his other kids to worry what me and my sister was dealing with," he said as he crouched down and reached a latexed hand around the back of the toilet. "But from what I've heard he was never to good with them either."
"I really wasn't sniping at you, Chase. Whats in that cupboard?"
Chase infiltrated the cupboard by harshly tugging the door. He retrieved one of the many identical boxes within the small cupboard beneath the sink. "Vitamin A?"
Foreman bent to Chases level and curiously inspected the boxes, "why would she need so many? She's poor so surely she could spend money more productively than on hoarding vitamin A supplements."
"Vitamin A overload could explain her symptoms."
"She'd of had to consume an awful lot a vitamin A to be vomiting and feeling drowsy," Foreman mumbled. Focusing on the white, cuboid box he examined in his hand.
"She has a whole cupboard full of vitamin A that can't be a coincidence."
"We need to call House."
