Hero of the Story
"So what you're saying is that she'll die anyway, even if we figure out what's happening to her and cure her?" Chase said in disbelief.
"Well, its highly probable. People just don't like her - the jury just doesn't like her. I mean, she's clearly fallen into something she'll never get out of." Chase just sat down in his seat. He was sick of debating. He hadn't visited either Nasili or seen Markus in the day and a half since his first quest. He knew what would happen. She would pull a sympathy card, he would fall for it. She was dying either way - he was sure of it.
"I take it you still haven't figured out what's wrong with our beautiful killer?" House asked, limping into the room.
"Isn't that your job?" Cameron asked as she came in behind him. "Her vitals are looking better, but her temperature's still dropping. What would cause this? There's nothing showing up on any of these tests - no tumors, no blood clots, nothing. Its like, her brain is willing for the rest of her body to shut down completely." She plopped down next to Chase, throwing her files onto the table, defeated.
"Well, her brother's dying too. Just... more slowly. Lung cancer."
"And why didn't we know this before?" House asked, popping a vicodin into his mouth.
"Anonymous clinic, according to him. But..."
"If you keep doing that trailing off thing, people will definitely continue to understand you," House said, limping over to the board and looking over his scrawled list of symptoms.
"Well, he smoked up to three packs a day when he first moved to New York. Nasili must've gotten quite a bit of secondhand smoke when they lived together," Chase said hopefully, even though he knew that it wouldn't help much since there was no trace of cancer apparent on any of the tests.
"Well, she's a vampire, I'm sure a bit of smoke wouldn't affect her."
"That's unfair! And ethnist..." Cameron shouted. When she got a look at strange look at her made-up word, she was fairly quick on the recovery. "I mean, it's not really fair to categorize people of that region of Europe as vampiric. It's stereotypical and mean..."
"But she is a vampire. Oh, didn't Chase tell you?" House turned slightly to Chase. "The poor girl's a sanguarian." This was met by silence.
"Couldn't that have anything to do with her temperature?" Cameron asked.
"First of all, her iron levels are fine. Secondly, if she were having troubles with her iron levels, we would know. And lastly, it would change her temperature to hightened levels rather than lowered."
"Why hasn't the temperature drop affected her heart?" Foreman piped in suddenly. Everyone else turned to face him - House pivoted on his cane, Cameron turned on her feet delicately, and Chase swilved his chair around.
"The fifty-thousand dollar question. Why don't you go check her heart?" House said, sending Foreman off. He sighed and went to go do some tests on the patient. "Now, as for you two, I need you to find out everything you can about sanguarianism, vampire lore, anything. Let's see if this girl is suffering from bloodlust." He turned and walked out of the room, leaving Chase and Cameron alone to stare their feet.
"Guess we should get going," Chase said blankly, and the two made their way to the door at the same time, which proved to be not the best planning when they tried to get out of the room. "Sorry," he muttered, and she pushed her way out the door, sighing heavily. Chase rolled his eyes. For some unknown reason, it seemed to be that Miss Allison Cameron was jealous of Nasili Triszika.
"I'm going to go to the public library. You... you can go ahead and look through all the medical texts we have here," she said forcefully, walking down the hall in a slight huff.
"What the hell did I do?" Chase mused to himself before going off to search through meaningless medical dictionaries.
Foreman, however, was not exactly thrilled to have to come to this patient alone, face to face. She knew, like she could smell it, that he didn't want to help her, that he didn't believe her innocence. The moment he stepped into the room, he knew he would be greeted with cold stares and mutterings in a language he didn't particularly care to understand. All he wanted was to do his job and get out of there ASAP. This time, however, he was not greeted with any hostility at all, but an empty bed. He dropped his clipboard and searched frantically around the room for anyt sign of her. "Nurse!" he called out, hoping he wouldn't get the edge of the blade from Cuddy for loosing a patient. "Where the hell is Triszika?" he yelled at the nearest nurse. She shook her head. "Has anyone seen the patient in room 211? Has anyone seen her?" he called out into the hallway.
I am aware of the amazing shortness of the chapter and the amazingly long wait... I apologize. However, I will try my damnedest to get a few more chapters up this week.