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Soccer & Seizures-Chapter 2-The Hard Times Begin
Previously...
"Why does it require four doctors to see one patient?" Dr. Cuddy asked as they came into House's office.
"Interesting rash. Could be from bruising," House said as she handed him another clipboard.
"Well, your day just got more interesting…"
"How so?" he asked her as he sat down at his desk.
"Two teenagers were just admitted with purple rashes on their chests, complaining that they were in pain." She handed him the files.
"It says here that they were admitted by their soccer coach," Cameron said as she read the file over House's shoulder.
"Soccer coach? They play soccer, too?" Foreman asked.
"Yeah. They also take the same medication," Cuddy answered. "Take a look." She pointed out the list of medications the two patients were on to House.
He handed the file to Cameron, got up and began writing the symptoms that were listed and medications the three were taking.
"Chase, Foreman, I want you two to talk to the kids. See what you can find out." He turned to Cameron, "Go through their medical files and find out if they have anything else in common."
"Where are you going?" Foreman asked.
"I'm going to have a chat with Mrs. Koenig," he answered as he limped out of the office.
Two hours later.
"So, we now have seven soccer players, who all take the same medication and all of them have purple rashes that hurt." Foreman said as he grabbed his mug and filled it with warm coffee.
"We don't even know what the medication is for. House just looks at the file hands it over, and goes to talk to the parents. What is he looking for anyway?"
"With House, who knows," Chase answered.
At that moment, their conversation was interrupted by House and Dr. James Wilson walking in, deep in conversation.
"Are you sure? I mean, how often does that happen?" Wilson asked House
"Almost never. Actually, no, let me rephrase that. It never happens."
"What never happens?" Cameron asked the older doctors.
"Seven perfectly healthy teenage soccer players, who all take the same medication, getting sick and coming in with similar purple rashes on their chests," Cuddy cut in as she came into the room. "House, we need to talk." She looked at the other four doctors. "In private," she added.
Her serious tone scared House. He didn't know why, it just did. And he wasn't the only one startled by what she had said.
"It's okay. Go," he said to the others.
Cameron was the last one to leave. She handed him a file and left the office, catching up to her co-workers down the hall.
Cuddy and House watched them go.
"So, what's up?" he asked her.
"I'm taking you off the case," she answered.
"What? Why!"
"It's Sera. She's sick, too. She was just admitted with the same symptoms."
"But…" he asked, trying to keep his panic from rising.
"When she came in, the paramedics said that she had started convulsing when they were on their way here. You know what that means."
"Yeah. Where is she?"
"Room 216."
He left his office, forgetting that she was still in the room. She watched him go, taking the file that Cameron had left.
This was going to be hard.
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