Disclaimer: Still not mine. Still not mine. Still not mine. If you think it's mine, you're wrong. It's still not mine.
"Hey Jordan," said Cari. Jordan grinned. Cari was doing much better. Cari looked curiously at Jordan. "Are you hiding something?"
Jordan mock-scowled at her friend and pulled out a copy of Cari's favorite book, signed by the author. The signature read, "To Cari, get better soon."
"Awesome!" cried Cari. "For me?"
"Yep," replied Jordan, "for you."
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Jordan and Cari were playing cards when Foreman walked in.
"Hey Jordan, hello Cari," he said. "What are you two playing?"
"We're playing Spit," replied Jordan, slapping her hand down on the pile of cards.
"The only reason you're winning is because my reflexes haven't had a workout in a while," said Cari sullenly.
Jordan made a face at her. "Doesn't matter, I'm still winning." She looked at Cari, who had stopped talking. "Cari?"
"I don't feel so good," said Cari weakly, collapsing back on her pillow. "I feel just like I did when I came in..." She grabbed her head, trying to make the pounding headache go away. Chase walked in.
"What's wrong?" he asked, alarmed, hurrying over to the bed.
"Cari?" asked Jordan. "Cari, are you okay?" Foreman nodded to House's office.
"Go call her parents, stat," he said. Jordan rushed out of the room, past Cameron, who was hurrying in.
My little story so far. Hmmm. Again, anything wrong, just tell me, I do research, but you never know.