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 Five: Surgery, Patients, and Suspensions, oh my!


House watched from the next room over. He watched as the surgeons forced tubes down the sleeping girl's throat, poking at her stomach trying to remove the cancer. Chase was observing the surgery while Foreman was standing next to House, arms crossed over his chest. Cameron was standing next to Foreman, watching the operation on a TV-screen.

"Her heart rate is normal," Cameron informed. "She may get through this."

"Make sure she gets put into chemotherapy after this," House said, limping to the door. "I have other business to attend to."

Before Foreman or Cameron could protest, House was already pushing through the swinging doors. House proceeded down the empty hall, it was well past 10 pm, and he had practically begged Cuddy to get the surgeons into the hospital so late at night.

"Greg."

House tried to quicken his speed, but he cursed his leg again, as he did the day before, and sucked his teeth as he spun around to come face-to-face with Wilson.

"Can I help you, Jamie?"

"House," Wilson said, simply. "You're in trouble."

"By whom?" House said, curious. "Areka's worst enemy?"

"Cuddy," Wilson said. House once again put on his confused face.

"Cuddy's Areka's worst enemy?"

"Cuddy's looking for you," Wilson said. "And it's not pretty. I tried to defend you; but it's like grabbing the bull by its horns."

House nodded. "I'll make sure to call you when I'm surrounded by a bunch of thugs."

House turned to continue down the hall, but Wilson grabbed his arm. "Greg, this is serious. Go see Cuddy and straighten things out."

House sighed in defeat and turned to look at Wilson. "Fine, I'll go visit her in her blasted office. But, you have oversee 'Reka's surgery. Oh, and bring a big bowl of popcorn. We're going to be watching the surgery again in three hours."

Wilson made a face before giving a small smile. He released House and went down the hall to the surgery room. House sighed and continued down the hall to Cuddy's.


"She what?"

"I don't believe it either," Cameron informed Foreman as House left the room. "But, we're going to be out of business for awhile."

There was a rapping on the window between the surgery room and observation room. Foreman and Cameron jumped and sighed in relief as Chase was on the other side, pulling off his scrubs. He flashed then an 'okay' sign and exited the room while the other surgeons cleaned her off and prepared her for recovery.

"How was it?" Cameron said as she burst through the double doors into the hallway. Chase was walking towards them.

"It was okay," Chase said. "Only one lung was affected by the tumors. The removal of one lung was successful."

"Great job," Foreman said, playfully shoving Chase in the arm as Wilson made his way towards them.

"What's up?" Chase said, grinning happily. Wilson's face showed anything but happiness.

"The fireworks are about to begin," Wilson said bluntly. "We should get seats."

"I call dibs on the glass window," Cameron said comically.

No one laughed.


"Grandma, you called?"

"Don't call me that," Cuddy said, looking up from her desk. "We have to talk."

"'Bout what?" House said, peculiarly. "About not getting consent from Melinda for the surgery? Well you see, what happened was-"

"HOUSE!" Cuddy roared. House took a step back, his faced showed slight horror. "This is what I'm talking about!"

"My sarcasm?" House asked, leaning forward. "Because if that's the case, grams, I-"

"Everything!" Cuddy snapped. "Especially endangering the patients! I've let it slipped too many times, I can't let it happen again. You could end up killing someone!"

"If I kill someone," House said, remembering what Cuddy said after she had put Foreman in charge four and a half weeks ago. "Won't that mean that Cameron's in charge?"

"No," said Cuddy, a fanatical look on her face. Cuddy cleared her throat as she got up from her desk and walked over to House. He was taller than her by about a head. "No, and you know why? Because I won't let you kill a patient. Never."

"You have that madman look again, honey," House said, frowning. "Are you gonna spit it out, or are you going to lecture me on the importance of 'the elixir of life' because people die eventually."

"Your friends are outside," Cuddy said, pointing over his shoulder. House spun around and saw Cameron, Chase, Foreman, and Wilson peeping in from the glass windows. House groaned and walked over to the windows. The four of them stared at House in awe before he closed the shutters. Muffled moans could be heard.

"So, where were we?" House said, spinning around.

"You're suspended."

House blinked in real confusion. "Huh?"

"You're in pain and deaf?" Cuddy retorted. "I said, you're suspended. For three weeks. Now get out of my sight, I don't want to see you for 21 days."

"But grand-Cuddy!" House protested. "This hospital isn't going to flourish without me! And none of my patients have actually died-"

"You worked Webster's migraine concoction on a coma patient," Cuddy replied as she wheeled around to face House. "You've tortured countless patients to get personal information from them, you've made my best attorney quit, and, recently, you got Webster to sue the hospital! What's next, huh? Now do you see why I've suspended you? Go, now!"

House bit his lip and took a step back. "Can't we work this ou-"

"Would you like me to make it a month?" Cuddy snapped back as she sat back down in her chair. "Because I'm dying to see you away from this hospital for the rest of my life."

House thought wisely not to upset her, so he walked to the door and opened it. The first thing he saw was his three top employees jumping backwards. House shut the door behind him then looked at the oak doors.

"Hm, keyhole," House said. "So efficient."

"So?" Foreman said as House took off down the hall. "How long are you suspended for?"

"How'd you know I was suspended?" House asked as he turned to look at them. A cheap grin spread on his face. "I should've known. Cameron."

"She was going to make it longer," Cameron protested as they entered the investigation room. "That one time when we were having dinner she had told me she was going to fire you. I told her to suspend you for month."

"And Chase and I urged her to make it three weeks," Foreman remarked, taking a seat at the table.

"I'll make sure you get guys a gold medal," House said sourly. "But now, I have to pack up to go. Maybe then Cameron could fill up the position of 'House'."

Cameron frowned as she made coffee. "You could still help out."

"But I'm not getting paid," House said, spinning the white board. It was now blank, due to the successful accomplishment with Areka's condition.

"How'd the surgery go?" House said, changing the subject.

"Just great," Chase said with a large grin. "She'll be ready to leave in a couple of days. It depends on how well her recovery goes."

House nodded. "Okay. Is visiting hours over?"

Chase and Foreman looked at each other. "She's still asleep."

"Asleep or not," House remarked, going to the door. "I still want to see her."


"James? I know you're there."

"Lisa," Wilson said, walking into Cuddy's office. "Don't you think you're making a mistake?"

"I've made lots of errors in my life," Cuddy said, shifting the papers on her desk. "Hiring House was one of them."

"He's made this hospital progress," Wilson argued. Cuddy glared at him.

"He's also made the hospital go bankrupt."

Wilson looked at her in surprise. "Our hospital's…bankrupt?"

Cuddy sighed and shook her head. "Not entirely, but we're going to be. Soon. Pretty soon. House's procedures on his patients are causing this hospital thousands of dollars."

"So, this is why you've suspended him," Wilson said, narrowing his eyes suspiciously. "The longer he stays away from the hospital, the more money we keep."

Cuddy nodded uncomfortably. "Something like that."

Wilson threw his hands in the air. "I don't believe you! We're loosing our best doctor because he sucks up a lot of money? Dr. Cuddy, this isn't like you."

"It is now," Cuddy said as Wilson's pager went off. Wilson tried to argue back, but the beeping was too loud. His mouth fell open when he saw it.

"House is summoning me, we'll talk about this later."

"James," Cuddy said, but Wilson was already flying down the hallway.