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
Chapter Four: Areka's Misunderstood Life
House stopped, hand on the door handle. "What?"
Areka sat up again. "I have a grade point average of a 3.7."
"Is that code for F-?" House asked, turning around. Areka laughed weakly.
"No silly. A 3.7 is a B+."
"You're a teen rebel with a b-plus?" House said. Areka chuckled again.
"I'm a geek," Areka said. "I'm actually supposed to have a 3.9, but my history teacher doesn't like the way I dress. I've been trying to get my mom to talk to her but my mom's always gone."
House walked back over to Areka's bed and plopped into the chair. "You…care about your grades?"
"Of course," Areka said, rolling over to look at him. "I have to have good grades if I want to become a marine biologist."
House blinked in surprise and put on his shocked face. "A rebellious girl wanting a smart job? What's up with this world?"
"Alyssa got me into it," Areka said, sighing. "When I moved here to New Jersey, the kids in my grade didn't like my southern accent or the way I dressed. I was an instant outcast, if I would've know the kids here were so uptight about that crap I could've been prepared to change of something, but I didn't. Then, I met Alyssa Edgar. She's the one that showed me about life, driving, partying, messing with people-"
"Smoking?" House added. Areka shook her head, coughing slightly.
"No, silly. I couldn't do that to my lungs. And besides, I hate the smell of smoke. I don't drink either, alcohol tastes like pee."
"And you know this how?" House said. Areka smiled again.
"You're a funny guy, Doc. Unfortunately my doctors left out one detail: they didn't tell me I had asthma. I knew I had asthma when I was five. I fell of the swing and went into a fit of coughing, and my friend's mom brought me to the hospital. Since then I've been keeping this a secret from my mom, and when I needed to get refills on my inhalers I either went there after school and lied to my mom about where I've been, or I went with my mother when she needed to fill up her medication."
"It's human nature to lie," House said, stating his famous philosophy. House pulled out his bottle of vicadin and popped them in. Areka sighed.
"I know I'm not the goodest of girls," Areka said. "But, I've done some good in my life. Guess karma came back to bite me in the ass-butt, I mean. Butt."
"Goodest?" House said, putting his pain killers back in his pocket. "For the world's greatest rebel, you sure doesn't have good English."
"I'm sorry," Areka said, tears forming in her eyes. House's mouth opened in surprise.
I made her cry? "Sorry for what? I'm sure 'goodest' is in the dictionary somewhere-"
"I mean for this," Areka said, tears rolling down her cheeks as she sat back up. "I don't want to die. It sucks having to die from second-hand smoke. If my other damn doctors were as great as you I wouldn't be dying right now."
House pulled himself to his feet and limped to the doors. Areka blinked in surprise.
"Where are you going?"
"You said you don't want to die," House said, opening the glass door. "So now I have to do my job. Later, alligator!"
Ignoring Areka's protests, he slammed the glass door closed and limped back to the investigation room.
"You want to what?"
"I wanna see the friggin' x-rays of 'Reka's lungs! Where are they?"
"Cuddy has them in an envelope in her office," Chase remarked. "Why? She's suffering from COPD."
House sighed and walked over to the board. He crossed out 'COPD/Lung disease' from the board.
"Let's say we mistaken her rotting lungs for all the smoke trapped in there. Let's say there's a hidden tumor in her lungs, can we find it?"
"You think she has lung cancer?" Foreman said, leaning forward, interested. "Why the sudden change of heart? Not literally, of course."
"Have you met a bad-ass bitch who doesn't drink, smoke, and had a GPA of 3.7?"
"You found out all that?" Cameron said, surprised.
"You'd be surprised what a patient says when they find out they're dying," House retorted. "Now, according to Ms. Manson, she breathes in second-hand smoke 3 times a day for 5 days out of the week. She's been here for two months, so how often has she and her friend been 'smoking'?"
"That's 15 times a week-" Foreman calculated.
"-making it 60 times a month-" Chase continued.
"-meaning she's breathed in smoke 120 times in the last two months," Cameron finished. "That's enough to kill an asthmatic."
Silence filled the room.
"I need those photos," House said. "If I'm right, we can help her."
"Okay," Cameron said, standing up. "I'll get them."
"We'll go with you," Chase said as he and Foreman stood up. House stopped them with a 'uh-uh.'
"You're going to break into her house."
"Are you crazy?" Foreman said. "That's not even necessary. We know what's causing it."
"People lie," House said, walking to the table. "I don't think Areka's friend is the one poisoning her. Search the house for drugs or whatnot. I'm going to visit grandma for little not-rebel hood's x-rays. And don't worry about dear Meli. I'm sure she's learning about gynecology in dear ole' doctor Riley's class."
Chase gave Foreman a weird face before storming out. House sighed and lie back in his chair.
"I so love this job!"
"But Lisa-"
"I said no, Allison. Not until House gets his pathetic behind in my office!"
"You're killing a patient," Cameron urged. "You could get sued for this!"
"I don't care," Cuddy said, stubbornly. She sighed and sat back behind her desk, rubbing her temples. "Allison. Cameron, I'm sorry, but I just lost my defense attorney not long ago, my best employee is going insane, not that he isn't already, but anyway. Where was I? Oh, yeah, and I'm being overworked."
"Cuddy," Cameron said, firmly. "If you don't supply those pictures, you'll have the death of a fifteen year old girl on your conscious."
Cuddy stopped rubbing her head to look up at Cameron.
"With a GPA of a B," Cameron added, hoping it added to her motivation.
"See anything, Rob?"
"Nothing yet…Eri."
"Don't ever call me that again," Foreman remarked, opening the bathroom cabinet mirrors.
"This is a waste of time," Chase said, leaning against the doorway between the master bedroom and the private bathroom. "We won't find anything."
"Yes we will," said Foreman, looking at the prescribed pills as he pulled each of them out. "I have to believe House about Areka's friend. The teenagers here don't smoke; they'd be in big trouble. I do believe the teens who manage to sneak into clubs smoke, but Areka doesn't seem like that kind of girl."
"Not you know what kind of girl she is by listening to House?" Chase said, surprised. "And after she called me a ripe old bastard?"
Foreman stopped looking at the pills to look over at Chase. "She called you a bastard?"
"Well, not really," the Australian said. "But she didcall me old."
"She likes you," Foreman said, returning to scanning the pill bottles.
"Don't even joke about that," Chase said, shuddering. "Remember the last time I met a cancer patient?"
Foreman laughed at the memory. The last cancer patient they had dealt with was a girl, about 13, who had managed to persuade Chase into giving her first kiss.
"A-ha!" Foreman said, proudly. He pushed aside a dozen pill bottle and pulled out a large box.
"Are those-?"
"Camel cigarettes," Foreman said, holding the box up. "This is what we're here for. Should we bring the box to big H?"
Chase took the box and looked inside. "No need. It's empty."
"So," House said, tapping his cane on the floor. "It's 8 o'clock in the evening, I missing my favorite soap, and for what? My two flunkies bring back an empty cigarette box and my little whore is out having dinner with grandma?"
"I am not your whore!" Cameron said, walking into the investigation room with a large envelope.
"Then where've you been?" House complained.
"Having dinner with grandma…Cuddy, I mean."
"For three hours?" House said. "What'd you guys talk about?"
"I have the pictures," Cameron said, thrusting them at House. "Let's find out what's happened."
House took them, not taking his eyes off Cameron.
"What?"
"Don't change the subject."
"I'm not."
"You were," House said.
"I'm not having this conversation," Cameron said. House raised his eyebrows.
"Oh, but we are."
"Can we just check it out?" Chase interrupted them, snatching the envelope from House and opening it. Foreman rolled another white board into the room. He flipped a switch and Chase jammed the x-ray photos into the holders. House observed them.
"You guys thought this was COPD?"
"You said it was COPD," Cameron corrected. House shook his head.
"I suggested it. You 'confirmed' it was true. Now then, it seems her left lung is suffering from lung cancer, but that can be removed through pneumonectomy."
"You want to surgically remove the lung?" Chase asked. House turned to him.
"Did I stutter? Now then, do it quickly before those icky tumors start growing in her other lung too."
Chase, Cameron, and Foreman nodded as they exited the room, single file. House popped another vicadon in his mouth before chewing it thoughtfully, remembering his youth.
Almost done people, hope you enjoyed it! I may make another House story! R&R plz!
