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The night shift...,
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Chase walked into Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital. Nothing too bad had happened today. Well he didn't leave the house or answer the phone today either. Anyway, he walked into the meeting room to see House.
"Good evening." Chase sighed while sitting down in his normal chair.
"Whatever." House replied.
"Right." Chase replied while looking at House. "So what do we do?"
"You my friend have to help the janitors clean the hospital, when your through page me." House replied.
"And what, may I ask, will you be doing?"
"Clinic Duty." House grumbled while standing up.
"Oh." Chase sighed.
House then left the office to go to the dreaded clinic. All of the stupid patients came in at night, and he hated stupid patients more than he hated the clinic!
Chase walked to the janitors room and smiled. "Well, it looks like I have some work to do." He grumbled and grabbed the windex. Then he looked at the paper in his hand. "Clean all the windows." He mumbled. "Well, might-as-well get to it."
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House grumbled while fooling with yet another stupid patient. "So what your saying is that you have abdominial pain?"
"Yes." The man said angrily.
"Oh?" House replied. "Any other discomfort?"
"NO! Only you being a pain up my..."
"Woah! That's not your spot to be the grumpy man here." House backed away from the patient who was lying on his back.
"Will you just remove the knife?" The man asked.
"So what really happened?" House asked.
"Are you a cop or something?" The man asked.
House snorted. He wished. If he was a cop he wouldn't have to be fooling with him right now. "No, but if you don't tell me what happened then I can call one."
The man relented and decided to tell House the story.
"Thank you very much." House replied. "I will call the surgeon and have him to come down here. While I go and call the cops." He smiled at the man who was in dismay, and he then left.
"Carol!" House called in a sing song voice. Carol was the nurse who took charge in the night shift.
"Yes Dr. House? How can I help you?" Carol asked.
"I need you to call the cops. Tell them that we have information on the stabbing, and have them to come down here. Call Dr. Helton, have him to get ready for surgery, prep the man in room eighteen for the surgery, and what is the next case?" House said breathlessly.
"Room Two, and good luck." She handed House a folder and walked off to do what he said.
He snarled. Probably someone who had done something..., stupid. He looked at the file and smiled. "This wouldn't be hard..., after this case I shall sneak up to my office. Well, try to until that woman Cuddy hired comes anyway." He whispered while walking to the exam room two.
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Chase smelled of Lemon Pinesol and Clorox. He sighed while taking off the latex gloves that he had, then checked another thing off the list. "Only one more!" He said with enthusiasm. He then sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. Too bad it was only twelve-thirty. "Clean the..." He grimaced. "... You have got to be kidding me!"
"Unfortunately Doctor Chase, I am not."
Chase turned to see one of the female doctors on staff. "You want me to clean the Janitor's closet!" He yelled.
"Yes. It's dirty isn't it?" She asked.
"Well, I guess so. Seeing as it's a Janitor's closet!" Chase yelled again.
"Dr. Chase! Keep your voice down! The patients are sleeping!" She smiled while walking over to Chase.
"Cuddy made the list." She whispered.
"Thought as much." He mumbled while grabbing some 'old-stuff' that could be thrown away without a fuss. "You know how House is?"
"I'm about to go and check on him..., hopefully he isn't that bad."
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House felt like pounding his head up against the wall, continuosly, until he passed out. He looked at the empty room down at the clinic. Luckily he had a break. He sighed while walking to an empty exam room and got on the bed. He sighed while closing his eyes and biting away the pain in his leg. It hurt, but he was too lazy to walk up to his office to get them. He heard a faint tap on the door then it opened. He looked up to see Dr. Roberts. She smiled at him while walking over. Cameron wasn't the only one who had eyes for House.
"How you doin'?" She asked her thick southern accent emphasizing each word.
"Fine. How's Chase?" House asked.
"He's doin' better. He'll be done soon." She sat down in the chair beside him.
"Your not used to the night shift yet are ya'?"
"Nope." Houe rubbed his face with his hands. "Good thing work starts normal tommorrow morning, well, it sorta is a good thing. I get to go home for maybe three hours." He smiled at his own words. Cuddy had it out for him this time.
"Yeah, I know how that feels. It's quite uh, un-refreshin'." She smiled.
"You know what?" House asked.
"What?"
"It is very un-refreshing." House smiled while yawning. "I want to see the back of my eye lids at the moment."
The woman smiled while walking over to him. "Chase feels the same way I feel." She smirked.
"Right." House mumbled. His pager then beeped. "Well, looks like there's some more stupid patients." He grumbled while painfully swinging his legs over the side of the bed. He gasped and looked up at the doctor.
"Need some Vicodin?" She asked silently. She could feel his pain, and see it too.
"Uh, yeah. I need to go up to my office and get it." House grumbled.
"I can go and get some from the pharmacy. So you won't have to walk up there any way." She jumped at the chance to do something for him.
"Wilson don't like it when I get some from another bottle. He'll just jump down my throat tommorrow." House smiled. "Thanks though."
She smiled. House was more mellow at night, she couldn't see how though. "No problem. Uh, call me if you need something, anything." She said while backing out of the room.
"Thanks." House grumbled while painfully standing up. "I'll remember that." He then walked out of the room leaving Carrie Roberts discerning over the matter at hand.
"House." She whispered while blinking. She had to get him off her mind so she could do her job, one that had no room for House, or anyone for that matter.
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Chase sighed when House limped pass him. "I am so glad to see you." He said while following House.
"Save it Sparky!" House snapped while entering into his office.
Chase followed, now in his normal hospital attire. "Now what do I need to do?" He asked while looking at his watch. "It's one o'clock right now."
"Uh, let me get Dr. Roberts. Ask her. She's the boss tonight." He said while letting the Vicodin do the effects. He came up after he had finished with the patient. House pushed his intercom. "Dr. Caroline Roberts. Came to Dr. House's office immeadiately. Dr. Caroline Roberts. Come to Dr. House's office immeadiately." He then moved his hand to his head and sighed.
"Vicodin not set in?" Chase asked.
"Been to long with out it." He sighed while closing his eyes. "It's been atleast three hours since I have had a chance to escape."
"I know how you feel." Chase said while sitting on the couch in House's office. "I'm gonna get some coffee, you want some?"
"Yeah, black." House grumbled.
"What do you think of---" Chase started but his sentence was cut off when Caroline came into the room.
"What's wrong?" She asked trying not to sound and look as worried as she felt.
"Chase needs something else to do. I need a break." House mumbled not lifting his head to look at her.
Caroline sighed. House didn't look well, he looked like he was still in pain. "Fifteen minutes for the both of you, I'll give you something to do when you get back here in fifteen."
Chase nodded and headed off toward the cafeteria. He needed to get those cofees, bad.
"So, House. What's really wrong. You look sick." Caroline sat in a seat close to House's.
"Tired. Haven't took my pain meds in three hours." He smiled. "I'll be fine." He replied while opening his eyes.
"Right." She replied while sitting back in the chair. The room remained silent for awhile, and when she decided to talk Chase was back with some coffee. "Dr. Chase. Come with me. House, to the clinic." With that she left.
"What has Chase gotten me into?" House grumbled while standing up and walking off to the clinic.
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Well, there was that chapter! I am so sorry that it has been awhile since I posted. I appologize! I hope that you guys liked this chapter! Please review!
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