Chapter 12
As the fellows walked into the patient's, Amy's, room, they saw her sitting up gasping for air. Riley ran over to her and pushed her paniced parents away from her.
"Get them out!" shouted Riley to Mathiesen. Mathiesen pulled the parents (now crying) out of the room, and Hart closed the blinds.
"What's going on?" said Hart, confused, "Meningitis wouldn't do this..."
"No sh1t, Sherlock!"
"Dad..." Alysa raised her eyebrows at her father.
"What? I'm just trying to get the exact dialogue here."
The ducklings thought before Mathiessen finally walked back in. "Plural Effusion?"
Riley stuck his stephascope to Amy's chest. There was definitely congestion. He grabbed a syringe. And placed it carefully near her chest. Preparing to eject the fluid, House stormed into the room and Riley near stabbed Amy at the surprise of House's barging in.
"What the he11 are you doing?!" shouted House.
"Um, removing fluid from Amy's lungs..." said Riley.
"Hah..." said House, "I got that from the whole syringe near chest thing. I meant WHY are you removing it?"
"Well, I'm no diagnostician," said Riley, "but I do belive fluid isn't supposed to be in the lungs." Amy continued to gasp for air. Mathiesen stared at her and ran to her side.
"Again, not what I meant." said House. He walked over to Riley and grabbed the syringe from him. He then moved it up a little on her chest and poked on in. The syringe filled with blood.
"Well," said House, "You were right about the effusion, just got the wrong organ." He smiled.
"Paricardial effusion." said Hart. House stared at him as if to say 'duh'.