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Warning: This work may be offensive to some readers. There's also canon typical medical stuff & health issues. Feel free to back out if need be.

Author's Note: Yeah, so guess who is not winning NaNo this year either?

Submitting Info:
Stacked with: Hogwarts (Term 15); MC4A (Year 4)
Individual Challenges: La Vie Boheme; Adult Activities; My Favorite Things; Medic MC (x2); Neurodivergent; Rian-Russo Inversion; Disabled; Claimed; Ship Sails; Zed Era; Old Shoes (Y); New Fandom Smell; In a Flash; The Real MC (Y); Two Cakes (Y); Eating Cake (Y); Green Ribbon
House: Slytherin
Assignment No.: Term 15 – Assignment 10
Subject (Task No.): n/a
Other Hogwarts Challenges: 365 [40](Option)
Other MC4A Challenges: Ship (n/a)[FaMic2 (Blood); 3E (Best Friend Test)]; Chim [Alcium] ("Carry On My Wayward Son" by Kansas); Fire [x0](); Garden [Lawn Sculptures (Teapot/Kettle)]; Hang [Phrase 04] (Outside Challenge/Competition; Generic & Games/SE Challenges)
Representation(s): Remy Hadley; Gregory House; Gregory House/James Wilson QPR; Team as Family
Primary & Secondary Bonus Challenges: Under the Bridge; Jet Fuel; Second Verse (Hot Apple; Rock of Ages; Muck & Slime; Lyre Liar; Lovely Coconuts; For the Vine; Unwanted Advice; Nightingale; Mother Hen; Zucchini Bread; Sneeze Weasel; Nontraditional; Found Family; Not a Lamp; Ladylike); Chorus (Sitting Hummingbird; Turtle-Duck; Surprise!; In the Trench; Abandoned Ship; Unicorn; Larger than Life; A Long Dog; Tomorrow's Shade; Peddling Pots; Machismo; Bee Haven; Wabi Sabi; Pocky Pockets; Odd Feathers; Endless Wonder)
Tertiary & Generic Bonus Challenges: Mea (Ennui); War (Ennui; Sanctuary); SHoE (Terse; Onus)
Word Count: 469 words

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House & Homes
Vials
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"I need you to process these," House announced as he set a trio of vials beside Remy. Each one was filled with a pale red-orange liquid. She picked one up to visually check the viscosity in an attempt to identify it, because surely it couldn't be what was normally in that type of vial. Startled to have the contents confirmed, she turned wide eyes towards House's face. His expression was more severe than she had ever seen him. "I'll need the blood typed as a priority as well as any test you can manage."

"Is this—" She swallowed hard against the sudden bile in the back of her throat. "Is the patient in the hospital right now? Because this level of anemia requires an emergency transfusion before even considering the other symptoms you noted."

"Hence why typing the blood is a priority," House said without answering the question directly. "And if you could do that within the next fifteen minutes, that would be great. I don't know how long I'll have access to the patient and as you've noted, a transfusion is necessary."

"Aren't they admitted?" Remy asked even as she began the tests that she knew would be needed. The easiest was setting up the A1C test, even if typing and hemoglobin levels were going to be a priority. Mentally, she also added ferritin levels to the list because no one had visibly anemic blood without also having issues with their ferritin. "Are you fighting with the assigned doctor? Because you know how much Foreman hates the paperwork for that."

"They haven't been admitted," House confessed, sounding mildly distracted. Remy blinked as she straightened at that bit of news. House shook his head. "They're here in the hospital and will be available for treatment for at least a few hours."

"Is this another would-be astronaut?" she asked quietly. "What are we telling Cuddy this time?"

"Preferably nothing," House quipped. Clearly done with the conversation, he began limping out of the lab. "Text me the results as they come in. I'm going to check the cafeteria for anything that Wilson would approve of."

"That's your measurement of healthy eating?"

House was already out of hearing range.

Remy lasted until the first set of tests were running before she moved to the small kitchenette area with its electric tea kettle to pull out her cell to text Wilson about House's mysterious patient. After she had been hired officially, Wilson had slipped her his contact information, and she knew that the others had it as well. If anyone could talk House out of whatever game he might be playing, it was Wilson. And on the off chance that House wasn't playing a game, Wilson was the best bet for covering for him.

She couldn't decide which option might be worse.

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To Be Continued
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