So, so sorry guys, I haven't had the time. What do you expect from an 11 year old starting 6th grade? My teachers are so bitchy. Anyways on with the story and disclaimer.

Disclaimer:I do not own any of these wonderful stories and TV shows though I do take credit for thinking of them first. (Just kidding, no need to get your panties in a bunch).


BPOV

My baby was sick. My baby was sick and nobody had the slightest idea of what to do or what was wrong with her. This doctor better be good. These thoughts were running through my head as I sat, slumped, on a hospital chair in Nessie´s room. Edward was next to me, looking just as miserable. Alice looked sad, Rosalie looked as worried as me Jacob looked he was about to stab himself if anything went wrong with Nessie, and Jasper looked absolutely suicidal, what with all the negative emotions in the room. Only Emmett was trying to cheer Nessie up, he had brought a boombox and a couple of one currently playing was Hot and Cold by Katie Perry, which was ironic because that was probably how Nessie was feeling. Nessie still looked terrible, but at least she was sitting up in bed, those antibiotics had really worked. We had decided that Nessie´s disease might be human, so we would wait until the doctor found out about her himself and made his own theory. If nothing human worked, we would be forced to tell to be able to heal Nessie.

As all of this was churning in my head, 3 doctors walked. One was a brunette woman with a warm smile and kind eyes, another one was black (A/N no offense), bald, and had a goatee, and the last one was blond with a slight peach fuzz on his chin and between his nose and upper lip. They introduced themselves, the woman was Dr. Cameron, the bald one was Dr. Foreman, and the blond one was Dr. Chase. I just nodded at them as they greeted us and introduced themselves, thinking about Nessie instead.

When they started to talk about blood tests and MRI's and CT scans, I panicked. Even if they were working for this brilliant doctor, I couldn't trust them, and by the looks of my family and Jake, they were thinking along the same lines as I was. When they finished explaining the poking and prodding they wanted to do with my daughter, my baby, I took a deep breath and told them:

"Could Dr. House please come and do the tests himself?"

The other members of my family nodded in agreement with what I said. The doctors looked momentarily surprised, but I could tell that they had heard it before because Dr. Foreman rolled his eyes as if to say "Another stubborn patient". They nodded and went to fetch Dr. House.

HPOV

My first impression of the patient and her family was hot. Well, the chicks were anyway, I'm not gay enough to think the guys were cute. I guess that their first impression of me wasn't that great either, because, frankly, I don't give a shit about the way I look or the way people see me. So they probably saw a limpy, weak person that was too lazy to shave and by the looks on their faces, I was right.

"My name is Dr. Gregory House, I will be treating your... sister until she gets better or find out what the hell is wrong with her". I paused and looked at them, they all looked worried, but the girls still looked hot although they looked like they were about to die. The patient was already dying, but I could tell she would be just as hot as her "sisters" if you took away the sweat and most of her clothes or all of her clothes. This was going to be fun.

So, there's chap. 4, hope you enjoyed it and I will try to update as soon as possible. Keep up with the reviews!!!