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Ducklings Quack

The gentle beeping of the monitors surrounding her and the familiar smell of antiseptic were what awaited her when she finally came to her senses. Keeping her eyes closed against the bright light she squirmed in the white covers on the bed, her legs getting tangled in the sheets causing a bolt of pain to run up the course of her leg and remind her of the situation she was in. Running her tongue along her bottom lip she could feel that it was fat, her whole face felt like it was puffy. The bitter taste of blood was on her tongue and she coughed lightly not wanting to shake her body any more than needed; just that action made her head throb.

The sliding door to her room opened and she feigned sleep as she heard footsteps and hushed voices enter. The beeping of the machines around her seemed to fade out as the voices took over and she listened carefully to every word they were saying. She figured she could get any information she wanted to know by simply listening, she didn't need to ask. She hadn't seen or talked to a doctor in almost five years now, and she had no intention in speaking to them now, it was something she went out of her way to stay away from, yet here she was.

When her mom was in the hospital she had sat by her side every single day for almost a year, her hand in hers as she silently prayed that she would walk out of the hospital alive. She was the one who smiled down at her every time she opened her eyes and encouraged her to stay alive for one more day, but she didn't. She was left on her own until someone had taken her in.

"So why do you think House took this case?" She was shook out of her reverie as she heard one of the people who had entered finally speak; it was a low voice.

"What do you mean?" She tried to keep her breathing steady as if she was asleep while listening to the two talk, this one was a lady.

"We haven't had a case in over a month, and then this one comes in and he's the one to say he wants it," the man sounded incredulous as he spoke, stopping what he was doing as the shuffling of papers had left as did the squeak of his sneakers against the floor.

"Maybe this is what happened to him," a new voice entered the conversation.

There was quiet for a moment as if all three were contemplating this suggestion.

She shifted in the bed slightly hoping not to let them see her as she let out a sigh and rolled her head to the right where all three seemed to be standing so that she could hear them better.

"We've got to get these blood samples," the girl said, moving towards her arm and swabbing it before grabbing a syringe and sticking the needle in to get the blood.

She wondered why they needed blood, her leg hurt and that was it.

"Chase could be right," the man let out a short laugh before continuing, "He's even grumpier than usual." He said at last, making that last statement sound like something that couldn't be possible.

"I even saw him hit Wilson with his cane this morning," the man with the accent was speaking again and she remembered his name as Chase.

The three of them laughed for a moment before the door opened once again; she was starting to wonder how important she was to have so many doctors.

"So that's her huh?" She heard another male voice ask as he entered the room and stopped at the foot of the bed. She felt strange having so many eyes on her at that moment and was tempted to quickly open her eyes and surprise them all.

"Yep, that's her," It was the low voice speaking again who had originally wondered why the man known as Dr. House had taken her case.

"She's a runner," it was Chase this time filling him in on the details. It seemed as if no one even knew her name.

"The best." The guy who had just entered the room seemed to know more than the others. She tried not to smirk and open her mouth to tell them she wasn't the best anymore.

"Do you know why he took the case?" It was the lady and she had now moved away from her arm and was standing with the others.

"He was a runner, infact he was the best," There was another pause except this one was longer than the last, they were all processing the information. It seemed as if none of them could imagine it.

The four of them filed out of the room a few moments later after cleaning up a few things and she laid her head back against the pillow letting out a relived sigh.

She opened her eyes for the first time and looked around the room and to herself, her emerald green eyes sparkling over with tears as they moved down to scan her own body. She thought she looked small under all the covers and dressed in the hospital clothing. Her tan seemed to have diminished in the pale white of the hospital room and her long dark hair stuck messily to her face.

She tried to push herself up as she thought of the Dr. House they had spoken of, and thought that she would really like to meet him if he was once a runner like herself. The cuts in her hands and knees started to make their selves known as she stared down at the tiny marks that indented her palms.

All she really got from listening to the doctors conversations was that this Dr. House seemed to be one of the doctors that she would actually want to talk to.

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