Hey everybody! Here is the next chapter to sweat and tears...i hope you like it, i thought it had some pretty good banter in it between the two. The next chapter will be a bit heavier than this one. anyways i hope that you enjoy this! Thanks to everyone who reviewed and read last time, hopefully you continue to and i get some more reviews:) CYA!

Chapter 4: Copycat

"You must be Hailee," the man on the other end of the cane said, letting it fall back down to the ground, leaning on it as he stared at her.

"Close, its Hadlee", she answered, sitting back on the bed, seeing as she wouldn't be able to get passed the man that was blocking her way.

"I hear you're a runner," He said, a slight grin on his face. She stared at him warily for a moment before grinning as well.

"I hear you're a runner," she said back, her grin becoming wider.

"You've got something wrong with your leg," He said, reading over her charts as he limped away to the end of her bed.

"You've got something wrong with your leg," she repeated keeping her eyes on his.

His eyes darted up to her face and he stood there for a moment watching her as she watched him. Her eyes didn't once go down to his cane, and that's what he was waiting for. He was slightly pissed that she had brought up his leg.

"If you're going to keep repeating everything I say then this conversation is going nowhere," he replied sarcastically as he grabbed a syringe and snapped some gloves on, obviously trying to intimidate her.

"If you're going to keep bringing up things we have in common, then this conversation won't be going anywhere," she said, as she moved back on the bed and slowly rested her leg on a pillow, trying to keep the pain away from her face.

"You know I do have a big needle in my hand," he snarked sitting down in the chair next to her bed and wiping off her forearm, "It could be dangerousss."

"Yeah, well I have…" She looked around the room and her bed but couldn't spot anything, "…nothing."

He actually laughed as he stuck her arm with the needle and took her blood. This patient actually seemed to be some fun.

"You were the best," she said, after a moment of silence from their witty banter.

"You were the best," he answered, looking up at her as he pushed a cotton ball over her arm and a band aid on top. He smirked as she rolled her eyes at his attempt to copy her.

"I still am the best," he continued looking up to meet her eyes, "I win by whacking all my opponents," he said, holding up his cane for emphasis.

"What if I can't race again?" She asks, looking away from him and at her shoes sitting in the cupboard.

"Then you move on…" he answers, somewhat trying to blow off the question, although he felt something when she asked that. His answer was what he truly believed she should do, it's what he had done, although he had never forgotten it.

"No, I'll race again, and I'll win this time," Her voice is quieter now, wondering why she is talking to this man in the first place, and why she feels so comfortable telling him this stuff.

"Wanna bring my cane?" His voice has a smile to it, and she looks up to face him.

"Yeah, so when blondie kicks me in the head next time I can hit her with it," she says, jokingly.

"…the head trauma came from her…." He mumbles to himself as he fiddles with some things around her bed.

"Hadlee, ready for your MRI?" Foreman stopped talking when he looked up to see who was in the room.

"House…what are you doing here?" Foreman motions to the wheelchair as he talks and helps her down into it.

"Having a slumber party with my bestest pal," he pauses after he smirks, "…What's it look like I'm talking to our patient, you know the thing that doctors do."

"Yeah…other doctors…not you," Foreman says a slight smile on his face, knowing exactly why House is in here. She's a runner.

House scrunches up his face and watches as Foreman wheels his newest and most interesting patient out into the hall.

"Bye Have!" he yelled, waving enthusiastically.

She looked back and waved.

"Bye Doctor Apartment!"

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BY: ISH