Disclaimer: Still not mine. Still not mine. Still not mine. If you think it's mine, you're wrong. It's still not mine.
"So someone said thank you. You act like it's the end of the world," said Wilson.
"The apocalypse is here," replied House casually over his lunch.
Wilson rolled his eyes. "There are polite people in this world," said Wilson. House shrugged one shoulder.
That afternoon, House was sitting in his office when Cuddy appeared at the door. House looked at the ceiling and continued to toss his tennis ball in the air.
"House, don't forget about your clinic hours," she said.
"By that you mean 'get your sorry ass to the clinic now,' right?" he replied. Cuddy nodded.
"I'm busy," said House, holding up a folder. "Patient." He stood up and limped out of his office, down to Robyn's room.
He paused outside. There was a backpack in the room. And a bike helmet. He scanned the room. Sure enough, there was Jordan, playing cards with her sister. He shook his head, turning and heading back to his office. At least Cuddy wouldn't think to look there, right?
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Chase walked out of an exam room, holding a patient's folder. He rolled his eyes and shook his head, walking rapidly to catch up with Cameron.
"I don't know what to think about some of these patients," he said. "I think House is onto something, not visiting them and avoiding clinic hours the way he does." Cameron gestured to the folder.
"What's up?" she asked. Chase shrugged.
"Don't know, don't bloody care either," he said. "I can't stand it though. I can barely hear the guy. He's all hoarse…I think he said that he lives with his brother and he's trying to get his brother to quit smoking, but I'm not sure. I can't understand him!"
"Could be laryngitis," said a voice from behind them. Chase and Cameron turned and found themselves looking at Jordan. She shrugged. "Acute and chronic laryngitis can be caused by exposure to cigarette smoke. Hoarseness can also be indicative of it. If it's acute, have him rest his voice. Steam inhalation can help to relieve symptoms, too." Cameron arched her eyebrows and Chase closed the file.
"Thanks," he said, turning back to the exam room. Jordan grinned at Cameron's surprised look.
"Wow," said Cameron. Then she cleared her throat. "So, are you here with your parents? Your sister is being discharged today, right?"
"Yep," replied Jordan. They walked to Robyn's room. Robyn was inside, reading a book that Jordan had given her.
"Hey Robyn," said Jordan. "Dr. Cameron's here."
Cameron opened Robyn's file and turned to Mr. and Mrs. Kaufmann. "She's going to have to take anti-inflammatory steroids," began Cameron.