House M.D
Smells like a Teen Rebel
Note: Hey peeps! I love the show House and I wanted to make a lil' fanfic on it. I want to state, however, than I am only a 14 year old girl with NO background in medicine, so I'm doing the best I can. I could use a little assistance from you doctors and nurses out there, I want to be a nurse when I grow up, so I'm doing the best I can. Thanks again!
Love, Katrina Izumi :3
P.S Thank you my two first reviewers. This chapter's dedicated to you guys :D
Chapter Two: Trouble in Paradise (not)
"I don't believe you."
Dr. James Wilson looked up from the desk of his office and sighed as he yanked off his reading glasses.
"What is it, House?"
"Nothing," House said, liming over to Wilson's desk. "Except that you don't know how to keep your mouth shut."
"She was worried about you!" Wilson exclaimed. House made his usual playfully confused face.
"You know who I'm talking about?"
"I only told Cameron," Wilson said, sighing. "Maybe if you hadn't started acting so distant-"
"Maybe if you would've minded your own business and not told step-mommy, we wouldn't be having this conversation."
"But we are," Wilson argued back. "Cameron was getting suspicious, she would've figured it out-"
"If we were planning on making a nuclear weapon, would you have given her our secret formula?" House retorted as his pager went off. "I didn't think so. Now then, my little beeper is going haywire, and I'm going to go check it out."
"You're a pwetty lady."
"Why, thank you," Cameron said before she walked into exam room three. A little girl, about five maybe, was sitting on the examination bed, swinging her left leg.
"What can Allison do for you today?" Cameron said, washing her hands and pulling on her latex.
"Allison?" the girl said, pondering. "That's a pwetty name. Mine's Morgan."
"Well then Morgan," Cameron said, forcing a smile on her face. "What hurts?"
"My leg hurts," Morgan said, pointing to her right leg. "I fell down."
"Well, let me see it," Cameron said, gently squeezing Morgan's thigh. "Does this hurt?"
Morgan shook her head. Cameron lowered her hand down the Morgan's knee. Once again she gently squeezed it. Morgan shook her head again. Cameron slid down to Morgan's calf before the girl spoke up.
"It's my foot that hurts."
"Your foot, huh?" Cameron said. She frowned. If her foot hurts, why's she wearing socks and tennis shoes? Cameron removed the shoe and sock and started squeezing it. Morgan's face paled as Cameron squeezed her ankle.
"Is it bwoken?" Morgan asked, recovering from the pain.
"It's only sprained," Cameron said, getting up and walking to the cabinets. "You shouldn't walk on it for awhile, though." She picked up Morgan's medical file and wrote in it, and then frowned.
"Morgan, cutey-pie, what's your last name?"
"Walker," she said casually.
"Are you here with your mommy or daddy?"
Morgan shook her head. "No, I'm here with my daddy's friend."
Cameron's brows furrowed and she walked over to the phone and picked it up.
"Princeton Plainsboro Hospital, how may I help you?"
"Is this the reception desk?" Cameron said into it.
"It is," the cheerful nurse on the other end replied.
"Great," Cameron said, watching Morgan hop off the bed and put her shoes back on. "Listen, I need to get in contact with Morgan Walker's guardian in the waiting room."
"Please hold," the receptionist responded.
"No," Cameron said. "Just send them to room three."
Cameron hung the phone back on the cradle, not hearing the response.
"Am…I in trouble?" Morgan asked. Cameron spun around and finally realized how badly the girl was beaten up. Her blonde hair was a tangled mass on her head and her arms were cut. Cameron noted to beat herself up later for putting House before her (I mean, his) patients. Cameron kneeled down so she was eye-level with Morgan.
"Honey, why would you be in trouble?"
"He said he'd kill me if I didn't do what he said."
"Who did?"
Morgan shook her head. "I…I don't want to die."
Morgan burst into tears and Cameron reached forward to hug her. Morgan cried into her shoulder.
"Come on; let's go find this bad man. We won't let him hurt you, I promise."
Morgan nodded and followed behind Cameron as she threw the door open. Nurses turned to stop and look at them, but continued on their way. Cameron stopped in the waiting room.
"Which one?"
"The one behind the newspaper," Morgan whispered. Cameron turned to the receptionist and made a hand gesture. The receptionist nodded and pressed the 'security' button. An alarm went off in the building. The man behind the newspaper jump and threw down his newspaper. When he saw Cameron holding Morgan's hand, he cast a glare at Cameron before jumping to his feet and taking off.
"Security!" Cameron screamed, chasing after him. The man already had a mile between him and Cameron, but he was too focused with getting away that he didn't realize a doctor was heading his way until he crashed into him. The man slid across the ground and stopped at the feet of the security guards.
"You are coming with us," said the menacing holders-of-peace. The man rolled his was and was dragged away by the two large guards. Cameron caught up with them, panting, and stopped when she saw the doctor the man had run into.
"Great job, Foreman," she laughed.
"Are you kidding me?" Foreman said, letting Cameron help him to his feet. "I thought I was getting jumped by a lion."
"Well, you're a hero now," Cameron said, grinning. Foreman nodded as a smile crept on his face.
"Foreman, the hero of all heroes."
Cameron playfully punched his arm. "Don't get too in over your head. How'd the chest x-ray go?"
Foreman's mood changed as he sighed. "Not good."
Cameron frowned. "Areka is that sick?"
"No, the chest x-ray machine is down."
"Allison?"
Cameron jumped when the little voice crept up into her ears. She spun around and saw Morgan standing there.
"I wanna go home now."
Cameron nodded. "Okay then."
Cameron lifted Morgan up and placed her in Foreman's arms.
"What?" Foreman said, staring at Cameron. "Why me?"
"Because," Cameron said, walking down the hall. "I have stuff to do. The press is waiting for me. Her name's Morgan Walker. Call her parents and let them know she's okay."
Foreman's grumbling faded as Cameron walked down the hall. For $200 for 30 minutes, this isn't that bad.
"Just my luck."
"You're luck? I spent my afternoon calling 'Walker's' in the district. Do you know how long it took to find that girl's parents? I mean, imagine if she were kidnapped in Georgia or Maryland and the kidnapper was just passing through here."
"Then why aren't you still calling?"
Foreman and Chase swiveled in their seats to look at Lisa Cuddy, who was looking as stressed out as ever.
"Where's House?"
"On duty," Chase said, looking at the whiteboard. The letters 'coughing blood,' 'wheezing,' and 'hoarse voice' were written on the board.
"Liar," Cuddy said. "Now, either both Cameron and House are on duty together, or you're covering up."
"Now, honestly, am I that low?" Chase said, accentuating his Australian accent even more.
Cuddy made a face. "Cute. Well then, I'm off to look for your very-fired boss."
Cuddy stormed out of the investigation room; Chase and Foreman listened as her heels stopped clicking in the distance.
"Where were we?" Chase asked.
"We were talking about Morgan."
"Who?" Chase asked, frowning.
Foreman rolled his eyes. "Never mind. Let's go check up on our little 'bundle of joy.'"
"Are we talking about Cuddy, House, or Areka?" Chase said, rising from his seat. Foreman pondered that.
"How about 'all of the above'?"
"I don't believe you!"
House rolled his eyes and sped quickly down the hall. Lisa Cuddy caught up to him pretty quickly though.
"I curse this damn leg," House said as a greeting. Cuddy didn't look pleased.
"Where were you?"
House put on his usual playfully confused face. "I was checking on my patient-"
"You were gossiping with your boyfriend," Cuddy spat. "And you were supposed to be on clinic duty!"
"I don't consider Wilson my boyfriend," House said. "And I was on clinic duty-"
"Cameron was covering for you," Cuddy said. "And since she caught a pedophile and set off the whole damn alarm in the hospital, I knew you weren't on clinic duty. Has this happened before?"
"What did?" House said, limping back down the hall towards his office. "Someone covering for me, or a pedophile escaping?"
Cuddy slapped him with her large book. "Now, either you go check on your patient, or you're going on clinic duty: for twice as long."
House rolled his eyes and opened his mouth to argue, but Cuddy was already storming down the hall. House turned to his right and walked down to Areka's room.
