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In the ICU, Chase's beeper went off. Figuring it couldn't have come from the ICU, he continued dressing the leg of the disfigured patient in front of him. Spotting a nurse in the corridor, he called out to her.
"Hey Annie! C'm'ere!"
"Yes Dr. Chase?" She asked, looking at him expectantly.
"Could you check my pager, I need to know what it says, but I can't get at it myself." He waved his bloody hands around a bit, showing his helplessness. "You see my problem!" He asked. Annie nodded a bit, secretly thrilled that she got to put her hand so close to his… uh… stomach. Yes, stomach.
'Stop thinking such things!' She chided herself, before retrieving the pager with a little giggle. Chase was far too focused on his work to be embarrassed.
"It's from House. He wants you to go and start a diagnosis."
'Start a diagnosis?' Chase thought. They didn't have a case at the moment… unless… with a sinking feeling in his stomach, Chase realised that his latest case was not going to be one he'd enjoy. Returning to the present, he forced a grin at Annie, before saying:
"Sorry, mate. ICU patients first, then slightly less dying ones. Thanks Annie." She placed the pager on the side, before scuttling off to brag to the other nurses about how she'd got to touch the charming young doctor!
Cameron and Foreman had almost reached Pippa's room when their pagers went off simultaneously.
"House" said Cameron, looking at hers.
"Sooo close!" Replied Foreman, and with a joint sigh, the pair turned back towards the diagnostics room.
When Foreman and Cameron entered the room, House's back was turned, the squeaking of his beloved whiteboard marker continuing without a break.
"Oh damn," House said, as he saw that Chase hadn't come yet. Moving to the side, he put down the pen and picked up the oversized tennis ball from the bench, and started tossing it from side to side, whilst his two ducklings read what was written on the board.
PHILLIPPA RYAN
"You know the patient's name?" Cameron said, dumbstruck.
"No," House replied, sarcastically. "It's the name of my favourite whore." Foreman rolled his eyes and Cameron went slightly pink. Suddenly, the door opened, and Chase burst in, slightly out of breath from running up the stairs.
"Sorry," he said. "Some patient was dying, and then the lift was full, and…" he broke off as he read what was written up on the board.
"Shall we begin?" House asked, sweetly, throwing files down on to the table. Chase took the seat furthest from the board, pointedly glaring at House.
Foreman glanced at the file. "Uh… basic case of head trauma following the accident… she should wake up soon, and hopefully will be fine. Why are we doing this?"
"Hey," Interrupted Cameron, "Melbourne – didn't you live there Chase?"
"It's a big place Cameron," came the biting reply. He glowered at her. Cameron looked hurt, as House cut in:
"Only I'm allowed to abuse the puppies, Chase." He got no reply, as Chase's head flopped forward, concealing him behind his hair. 'Shut up!' Chase was screaming to himself, inwardly. 'Just shuttit and get this damn session over with!'
"Sorry" he muttered to Cameron, who lost the hurt look from her face.
"Anyways, where were we? Ah yes, I was just about to mock our beloved neurologist, because he's an idiot. Have you read the other symptoms?"
"Coughing up blood?" Cameron winced, sympathetically.
"Okie dokie, testy time!" House sounded quite gleeful at the thought. "Cameron, you go and get blood tests done. Check for toxins, allergens, heavy metal toxicity, the usual fun stuff. Foreman, go and get her an MRI and a CAT scan – the A&E twerps never bothered. Chase. You get to take a history."
"But Cameron's really much better –" his panicked voice was cut off by House.
"Sorry, the little girl's busy." Defeated, Chase glared and swept out of the room. House sat back, completely unfazed by the glares he'd received from Chase and Cameron. He was completely intrigued by the effect that this mystery woman was having on his wombat. Who was she?
