Race to the Finish: Part 2
Cameron and the Clinic
House POV:
If the Clinic was my jail then Cuddy was the Warden. Ten hours a week I
was assigned to take care of the poor souls in the walk-in Clinic. Well today
might not be all bad, Dr Cameron was assigned with me. Good, I get to break
Cuddy's bad news.
"But first, Dr. House checks in 12:03 - Let the games commence."
Three hours later:
"Page Dr. Chase to the clinic, I need him to admit a patient."
The faint scent of Perfume wafted from behind him, Allison Cameron shuffled
into House's space. "I'm beginning to understand why you duck this place so
much. I was just propositioned by a guy with a piece of dirt in his eye."
House couldn't pass it up. "Even the blind can see what assets you have Dr. Cameron."
She gave him a look that could freeze anything in her wake. House gave her a
mock shiver. "Could you page Ophthalmology please?"
The nurse smiled at her. "Right after I page Dr. Chase for an admit."
It was rare that House ever admitted a patient himself. She had to see what
was so good about this. "Dr. House, I can admit this for you."
He shook his head. "You and I have a previous engagement. Dr Cuddy has
ordered all department heads to attend the Miller Foundations cocktail party."
Cameron wrote some notes in a patients file. "What does that have to do with
me?"
"Dr Cuddy seems to think that it would be good to expand your skills on
other areas of medicine. Think of this as a mentoring function."
"Mentoring function? I think she just doesn't want you in a corner with Dr. Wilson mocking people all night."
Dr. Cuddy must have told her about it already. House mused.
"How fancy is this thing?"
House shrugged. What would he know about those
things?
Cameron caught the meaning. "I'll call Dr. Cuddy; she's been in meetings all day outside the hospital. I'll need directions to this place also."
"I'll pick you up at 6pm; no sense in both of us driving." She held a
chart in her hands. "That doesn't give me much time to get ready."
"Never let it be said that I don't do nice things ever. Give me your last
chart and go check out.
Cameron chuckled as she handed over the chart and dashed out the door.
"Doug Mathews?" House asked to a nearly empty waiting room.
A young man with a swollen face stood up. House rolled his eyes. 3:45 pm. He
couldn't pass this off to the next shift.
Cameron had to have known what the chart was before she handed it over. He
said to himself as he guided the man into Exam room two. I know of a little
duckling that will have to be punished for this one.