Disclaimer: I do not own House, M.D. Only Liz and whatever other characters I may come up with. The plotline is entirely fictional and from my own brain, except for some parts that I may use from the episodes.
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Chapter Three: Something That Rhymes With Pee, Right?
The ducklings walked in as Greg and I finished our fight.
"Good afternoon Dr. House, Dr. Peterson." Chase greeted.
"Good afternoon Dr. Chase!" I replied.
Chase stepped back. "What's with you? You're being nice to me today."
"Aren't I always nice to you?" I muttered.
"Not yesterday."
"Yeah, that. It's just that um, well, how would you feel if someone poured boiling hot coffee all over your skin? Cause I was feeling pretty bitchy. I got first degree burns,
man!" I showed him the lovely blisters on my arm. (Hope you caught the sarcasm when I said "lovely")
"Ew."
"Yes. Ew."
"Who did it?"
"Some kid in radiology. I was walking down the hall and you know there was an intersection, he had coffee, we bumped into each other, and yeah. You know the story."
"Did you tell him off?"
"No, but I was feeling cranky. As you know," I said while taking Greg's mug off of his desk eying the contents and drinking some of the yellowish greenish liquid.
"You might get mono," Greg pointed out.
"Why? Because you have it?" I replied calmly.
"No."
"Then how could I get it if you don't have it?"
"...I'm stumped."
"What was that anyway?"
"My pee," Greg said, his two words dripping with sarcasm.
"Something that rhymes with pee, I hope?"
"Yes," Greg breathed.
The entire time, Cameron, Chase, and Foreman were staring at us as though we had arms growing out of our heads.
"Who but House could get into a weird conversation like that?" Foreman muttered.
"I think we should leave now..." Cameron mumbled.
"We're going to run tests, Dr. House," Chase informed.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever."
They walked out of the office.
"Green tea, right?"
"Yep."
"Well I'm bored," I said. "Let's go bother Jimmy!"
"I'm up for that."
We walked (well, I walked, Greg, erm, hobbled) to the oncologist's office.
When we arrived, I pounded on the door "JIMMY JIMMY JIMMY!!! HELP MEEEEEE!" I screamed.
The office door opened up (quite slowly, might I add) and an annoyed James Wilson appeared at the door.
"Are you going to do that EVERY time you need attention, Liz?"
"Sowee," I said in a childish voice. "But it's fun!"
Jimmy sighed. "Come in," he said, motioning to the door.
I skipped happily into the office, Greg following, then Jimmy, who shut and locked the door.
"So what do you want?" Jimmy asked.
"Something to dooooooo," I whined.
"And you're coming to me because...?
"You always have cool stories to tell, like how in second grade you got beat up by a bunch of dodgeballs!"
Greg laughed really loudly. "Are you serious?!"
I nodded my head enthusiastically. "The kids who were throwing the dodgeballs at him were in like fifth grade and it hurt him so he was crying and I had to go to the nurse's office with him." I inhaled deeply. "He needed hugs badly so I gave him hugs and we became bestest friends!!!"
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I kind of ended it abruptly there. Sorry but I have temporary brain freeze.
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