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Christine glared at the man, that she had met the day before, as he entered the room. The man's bright blue eyes looked and saw Christine sitting in the patient chair. He grinned slightly and entered the room completely, and picked up Christine's medical file from a table. "So, you are Christine Palmer." He stated, looking at her.
"Actually it's Alyssa Simpson; Christine Palmer is my alias name, in case if anyone were to look for me and kidnap me." Christine replied sarcastically.
House grinned at her sarcasm. "Well, I'm Dr. House. Obviously I'm here to see what your problem is." He looked through more of Christine's file.
"I already know that you have a problem." Christine growled at him. She then let out a boisterous cough.
House looked up at Christine with an eyebrow raised. "Just a horrible case of the cough?" He questioned sarcastically.
Christine shook her head. "More of a irritating feeling in my throat."
"That's pretty much repeating what I said, but in different words." He corrected his patient. House then limped over to her and placed a hand gently on her neck.
Christine felt her heart race as she felt his touch on him. 'Whoa, Christine!' She thought anxiously, 'Get a hold of yourself. He's just a doctor, well, more of a perverted jerk.' To calm herself down, she gulped lightly.
He felt something very hard as Christine swallowed. He then went back to the table and wrote some stuff down. "It's definitely something." He concluded.
Christine looked at him, her eyes narrowed. "What specifically is this 'something'?" Christine asked with her froggy voice.
As she asked that, House went through a drawer and found a small, thin stick that was just like a popsicle stick. He turned and limped back towards her. "Look up." He ordered, not answering her recent question.
Christine knew what House was going to do: a strep throat test. She had that test multiple times a while back, so she was used to the gaggy feeling in her throat. She remembered actually gagging up some icky fluid once at her last doctor. 'Maybe I can do it again to him.' She thought, a grin suddenly appearing on her face.
She then looked up, as House told her and saw him looking into her throat, getting the stick in place. Somehow, she noticed that his eyes were bright and... beautiful. She suddenly felt the stick go down her throat for a quick second. She blinked, realizing that she didn't react to the test how she thought she would.
House quickly took the stick out of her mouth and said, "Your result will be back in a few minutes." He then left the room without another word.
Christine was dumbfounded, wondering why she didn't gag on House.
After what seemed like hours, House came back in with Christine's results. "Strep throat." He said blankly. He had already written a prescription and gave it to her, "Take this medicine and rest."
Christine looked at the paper and back up at House. She noticed that he was staring at her. He had a look on his face that she didn't like; a perverted look. She got up and glared at him. "Oh grow up." She said weakly. She then walked out of the room.
Christine soon got into the parking and found her black, ninety-four Dodge Neon. She got into her small car and started driving back to her apartment, which was a couple of blocks away from the hospital. As she drove, she noticed a car accident that being taken care of; unfortunately, that was the quickest way to get back to her place. She then turned into a driveway of someone's house, turned out of the driveway, and drove in a different direction.
'This is going to be a long week.' She thought with exhaustion.
She soon got to her apartment and walked upstairs and got her keys out. She then opened the door to her room and went inside.
Her apartment room was a bit bigger than a normal apartment room. The walls in her living room and dining room/kitchen was a dark tan color. In her living room, she had a TV sitting on top of a small book shelf, a long couch, a leather chair, and a piano on the other end of the room.
She had played piano since she was 5, and her new job is a pianist at a well-known restaurant in Princeton. She started a couple of days after she moved into the small city. She had enjoyed it and got along with a lot of the people that worked at the restaurant.
Christine took her hooded jacket off and placed on the arm of the chair. She then looked down at her kitten, that laid on the couch. Her cat was the only family that she had left. The cat was a turtalic-calico and very small.
Christine sat beside her kitten and started petting her soft fur. "Hello, Rose. How's my baby doing?" She said softly, but suddenly coughed violently on her arm. It made her cat open her bright, yellow eyes. Rose yawned lightly and looked up at Christine.
"I'm sorry." Christine apologized to her cat, "I have strep." She then grabbed the paper from House out of her jean pocket and looked at what she had to take. Fortunately, she had a bottle of that in her medicine cabinet.
She then got up and went into her dark blue-walled kitchen and opened one of the high cupboards, seeing the big box full of medicine. She placed the box on her cupboard and grabbed the bottle that she needed and took a tablet and swallowed it.
'Change that. It's going to be a long day.' She thought as she walked back into the living room and laid beside Rose on the couch.
It was soon six in the evening, and Christine already called her boss about not being there at the restaurant a few hours before that time. Her throat felt more better than she thought it would. "Wow. That's weird." She said to herself, feeling her neck gently.
She then heard something from across the hall. She couldn't pick it out, but was very curious. She got up from her couch and opened the door to the hallway lightly. The sound was better to hear than where she was, but she suddenly realized that it was a piano; someone was playing the piano. She didn't know the tune, but realized how soft and calming it was.
Unfortunately, the music stopped. Christine bit her lip, afraid to go up to the neighbor's door and have them say that it was a CD that they were playing; she would be embarrassed. She took a deep breath and walked over to the door. She went to knock, but then the person opened the door.
Christine's eyes grew wide at the sight of her neighbor. "No! You can't be!" She gasped.
"Yes, I can be here whenever I want." House said, "I live here."
It was hard for Christine to take all of this shock in. Not only was House the doctor that checked up on her and the one with the perverted thoughts, but he was also his neighbor? Now she was getting a headache. "So, wait, you live here?"
"I think I just said that." House answered, "Why do you always repeat everything I say with different words?"
"Th-This can't be!" She said aloud, talking to herself. She turned around, her face turning red in embarrassment. "You're just resting on the couch with Rose." She was trying to assure herself.
House raised an eyebrow at her action and words. "Do you have problems with people?"
Christine turned to face him and answered, "No, but I have a problem with you."
"Welcome to my world," He said, as if he were a character in a little kid's show, "where everyone hates me." He then looked at her with a grin on his face. "I know you'll eventually turn to me."
"Yeah, in your little dream world." Christine rolled her eyes, annoyed by his attitude.
House then leaned against his door with his arms crossed over his chest. "Want to come in?"
"Thanks, but no thanks." Christine glared at him. She then turned and started walking back to her room. Before she touched the doorknob, she sighed and turned to face House, who was still by his door. She took a deep breath and said to him, "I heard you play the piano."
House raised an eyebrow at her. She gulped and continued, "And I thought it was... very good."
House then grinned. "Glad to know that." He said.
