Do be do be do.
Forth chapter.
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"Hello?" came a voice at the other end, apparently shocked by the unprofessional way in which Cameron answered the phone. "Is there a Dr. Chase there please?" the voice asked.
Cameron breathed a sigh of relief; it wasn't to do with Dan. She passed the receiver over to the blond duckling, who had a short conversation, and hung up.
"Apparently they're short staffed in the ER, so I'm needed. Page me if you need me." He explained, heading off towards the elevators.
House sensed that all was still not well in the world of Cameron. She was clenching for one thing.
"So how about that coffee?"
He was awarded another dirty look, this time from Foreman; apparently the older-brother fixture was setting in.
"What if something happened to him? He phoned me to ask if he could come down because he was in trouble! What if that 'trouble' caught up with him? I mean, anything could have happened! What if he was mugged in the parking lot? What if he was walking towards the parking lot and an ambulance that was in a hurry hit him? What if he went into a shop to get some gum, and the store got held up? There are a lot of sickos out there!"
"What if?" House interrupted. "Wasn't that a song by Kate someone or other?" This gained him a dirty look from both Cameron and Foreman! He was on a roll!
"What if he was in an accident? What if a lunatic set a kangaroo free from the zoo, it hopped out into the road in front of him, he swerved to avoid it and hit a tree?" Cameron's rant was getting faster and more extreme.
"If that has happened, which it hasn't, but if it has, we'll blame Chase." Foreman joked, attempting to lighten the mood.
House studied Cameron's face in silence for a few moments before saying,
"I was wondering how far I'd have to push you before you cracked and got your own room on the 3rd floor. Now I've realized I don't need to push you at all, you already deserve one without any help from me!"
Yet again, House found himself on the receiving end of a double-dirty look from his two eldest ducklings. What, were they practicing for a marathon?
"But what if he was abducted by aliens?"
Meanwhile it was just as hectic down a few floors in the ER, it seemed that a man had fallen asleep at the wheel of his car and caused a 6 car pile up on the high way. Unfortunately many of the senior doctors from the ER had called in sick that day, and it had fallen upon Chase to be in charge.
And even more unfortunately, the man who came out of the crash the worst (the man who caused it) was in a coma, and as far as the nurses could tell, he had no living family. And since he didn't look like he was going to be awakening anytime soon, this was proving to be a problem.
"Dr. Chase!" A nurse (not Brenda, which was unlucky considering she was the only nurse whose name Chase had bothered to learn, other than the cute ones that it) called. "We've made contact with his ex-wife, but she wants nothing to do with it! She wouldn't even name a suitable proxy or relative!"
Chase sighed; things like this annoyed him. He became a doctor to help people, and cure them, not to deal with their legal problems.
"Show me to him." Chase instructed, it was highly unlikely, but maybe he would recognize that patient as a relative of someone he knew, and if not, maybe his visit would cause his family to magically appear. Looking down at the man on the bed, even the untrained eye would be able to see that this man was in a very, very bed way. Lucky to be alive even. He has at least 5 visibly broken bones, probably 4 fractures, and hundreds of cuts and bruises, including a large piece of metal sticking out of his thigh. Plus a trauma to the head that was the coma's most likely cause. He picked up the file from the end of the bed, it was devoid of a medical history, but a name had been found among the belongings of the victim, and it had been written along the top of the file. It seemed to jump out at the young intensivist, he swore under his breath.
"Daniel Cameron."