Once again, so, so sorry guys. I should let you know that I am officially 12 years old since november and that it is fricking cold in Mexico. Well, at least you U.S. Ppl know what im talking about. Y para mis latinos, si soy mexicana, no soy gringa, esq voy al americano.

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NPOV

I felt like shit. I am not saying this metaphorically, I am saying it literally. I actually feel like someone ate a whole fricking bunch of prunes, got diarrhea, and the shit was me. Of course, my family didn't look a lot better, they looked even worse if that was possible. Only uncle Emmett was attempting to cheer me up, he had brought CDs, a boombox, and even my iTouch. I was grateful for the iTouch, because that way I could listen to Eminem (A/N or Slim Shady or Marshall Mathers, he's my favorite artist). When we arrived at the hospital, we went to the ER. When they checked my heart rate and temperature (which was somewhat normal for me), they sent me immediately to this Doctor House guy, they said he was really good, they also gave me antibiotics and morphine or some shit like that because I couldn't feel the immense pain in my head or abdomen anymore.

Now Doctor House himself came in and I almost laughed. He looked like he didn't care about his appearance, his clothes were rumpled, he was unshaved, and smelled kind of funky to me. I guess his thoughts were as bad as his appearance because my dad looked like he could kill him right then and there.

"Now, I don't believe that we have been introduced properly, my name is Dr. Gregory House, but you can call me Jhon." I bit my lip to keep from smiling as the doctor introduced himself to us mockingly. Uncle Emmett also looked like he was containing a smile. Dr. House continued with the introductions "This" he pointed at the woman "is Dr. Hottie" she glared at him, but he ignored her "this", he pointed to Dr. Foreman "is Dr. Blackie, or Brownie, depends on which way you view him. "(A/N Once again, House's words, not mine) "and this" he pointed at Dr. Chase "is Dr. Assie-oops, I mean, Dr. Aussie (Australian). But, he didn't look like he felt that he messed up, he had probably done it on purpose. My dad didn't look all that appeased and continued glaring daggers at him while wrapping an arm protectively around my mother.

HPOV

As I finished with the "introductions" I turned to look at all of them. "Well, as I have heard, you want me to do the tests, is that correct?" I asked them. They just nodded and continued to look miserable. "Now, I want to start with an MRI of her body, and a CT scan of her brain." I paused. "Later on, we'll do the blood tests, but first we need your consent on this." They looked up at me startled.

"You want to take a blood sample?" The sick girl asked, she seemed panicked. Ugh, she must be one of those weird, squeamish people that threw up all over the lab, then sued me for malpractice once I drew their blood. Well, this girl would just have to grow some balls if she wanted to get better. "Okay, now about the consent-" I was interrupted by a loud gasp.

The patient was seizing.

NPOV

All I felt was pain, pain all over my body. I was sure I was screaming. It felt like somebody had stabbed me repeatedlythrough my stomach, but didn't have the decency to kill me. All I could think of was 'God, please, kill me now'. Which is weird because I don't even pray, hell, I've never even gone to church (A/N Neither have I!!). Then, black. Emptiness. The pain was gone.

And I was sure that I was dead.

Oooh, my first cliffy!! MUAHAHAHA. Sorry for not updating guys, was just kind of uninspired and busy.