A/N: Sorry it took me so long to update this story...
Chapter Six: Kyla's Surprise
Cameron wheeled in her laptop on a cart into Wilson's room. Kyla's camera was hooked up to it. Foreman, Chase, and Kyla joined them.
"Foreman, close the blinds," directed House.
"Chase, turn off the lights," added Kyla.
"Hit play, Ky," directed House once everyone was ready for the home movie.
"See that? They all assume I'm a patient because of this cane."
All that could be seen were the backs of Jamie and Kyla's legs.
"So put on a white coat like the rest of us," Jamie suggested.
"I don't want them to think I'm a doctor."
"You see why the administration might have a problem with that attitude."
"People don't want a sick doctor."
"Fair enough. I don't like healthy patients. The twenty-nine-year-old female-"
"The one that can't talk? I like that part."
Camera panned up to reveal Jamie's face as he said, "She's my cousin."
Then the camera revealed Kyla's face, accompanied by semi-dramatic music.
"And your cousin doesn't like the diagnosis. I wouldn't either. Brain tumor. She's gonna die. Boring."
As she made to leave, Jamie followed her and remarked, "No wonder you're such a reknowned diagnostician. You don't need to actually know anything to figure out what's wrong."
Kyla whined, "You're the oncologist. I'm just a lowly infectious disease guy."
"Ha. Yes, just a simple country doctor. Brain tumor's at her age are highly unlikely."
"She's twenty-nine. Whatever she's got is highly unlikely."
"Kyla, you look a lot like your father," remarked Wilson.
"Just took a "cane" and a "limp" for you to notice the family resemblence?" House asked.
"None of which is even close to dispositive. All it does is raise one question: your cousin goes to an HMO?" Kyla asked as she popped a couple mints that looked a lot like Vicodin.
At least that was what everyone assumed it was.
"Come on. Why leave all the fun for the coroner? What's the point of putting together a team if you're not gonna use them? You've got three over-qualified doctors work--"
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" screamed Kyla without warning, falling to the floor and squirming in pain.
House was at her side in a instant.
"Kyla! Where does it hurt?" he shouted, trying to be heard over her screams of pain.
"She's clutching her leg, maybe that's what hurts?" observed Cameron.
"Chase, Foreman, hold her down!" ordered House.
Chase forced her arms apart and held them and her head down.
Foreman straightened her legs and held them down to keep her from accidently kicking House in his bad leg.
When he straightened her left leg, Kyla screamed even louder...if that was even possible.
"What's going on in here?!" asked Nurse Deena as she entered the room.
House yelled at the nurse for "POINT-THREE MILLIGRAMS OF MORPHINE! STAT!!!"
Deena took one look at Kyla and was gone.
"I hope she's getting the morphine," muttered House.
Cameron was busy with Wilson, who was trying to get to Kyla.
"Wilson, you'll tear your stitches!" Cameron yelled at the oncologist.
"I DON"T CARE!!!" snapped Wilson.
"Wilson, you can't do anything that House, Chase, or Foreman aren't already doing!" countered Cameron.
Cuddy and Nurse Deena entered the room. Deena appeared to be sans morphine, to House's annoyance.
"WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?!?!" shrieked Cuddy, since Kyla was still screaming.
"Kyla's in pain!" shouted Chase.
"Where's the dmn morphine!?!" demanded House.
"Here, doctor!" called Deena, surprising House when she handed him a syringe of morphine. And in the requested amount too.
House didn't take the time to find a vein, he just stabbed Kyla in the leg and injected the syringe of morphine.
Kyla stopped screaming as soon as the morphine took effect.
"Kyla?" House called.
He got no response from Kyla, because she had passed out from the combined effects of the pain and the morphine...
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What's wrong with Kyla? Find out in the next installment of Family Matters"Inherited Condition"...coming soon to