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Chapter 3
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The door to the patient's room opened just enough for him to walk through.
He entered quietly as not to startle the young girl lying on the bed and the tired mother who sat next to her, holding her hand.
"Mom." The eight year old girl squeezed her mother's hand gently. "I think someone's here, I heard shoes."
Her mother looked up and saw a man standing at the doorway.
"I'm Dr. Foreman." The man greeted.
The girl's mother stood up immediately, leaving her daughter's side for the first time since they had arrived at the hospital.
"Can you tell me what's wrong with her?" She pleaded to the doctor, the fear and worry shown through her eyes. "Not one of her doctors knows what's wrong."
Foreman nodded, the look on his face solemn. "I'm sorry, but we don't know anything yet, maybe after some tests…"
The mother nodded understandingly, though her face fell.
"I'll let you know as soon as we find out." He gave her a slight smile, hoping to reassure her. "Don't worry."
He walked over to the bed where the girl sat. "Hi."
"Hi." She responded. "Are you my doctor?"
Foreman nodded reflexively, before remembering that she couldn't see.
He answered her this time instead, after recalling. "Well, I'm only one of four doctors working to find out what's wrong with you so we can get you better."
He tried his best to give her a good reply.
It wasn't everyday Eric Foreman had to talk to an eight year old.
Last time he remembered, Chase was the one who had more experience with the younger patients.
But the Australian doctor was missing, leaving Cameron and him to do all the work...
Well, at least the girl wasn't asking him for a kiss.
"But." A confused look fell across the girl's features. "I don't need four doctors," She paused for a moment.
It was obvious to Foreman that she was thinking.
"So..." The young girl continued. "I think I'll keep you because you sound nice and you can give the other three doctors to other people who are sick."
Foreman chuckled. "It's ok, there are other doctors here, and besides, we're a team of doctors who all want to see you get better."
Well, some more then others…
His thoughts drifted to House, who was probably slacking off as normal while he and Cameron worked their asses off in Chase's absence.
The girl smiled. "Kay."
She yawned.
"Hey, why don't you get some sleep?" Foreman suggested before turning his attention to the girl's mother, signaling her to follow him out the door.
"Kay." The girl replied before laying back down, unaware of her mother standing up to follow Foreman out. "Bye-bye."
"What's wrong?" The mother asked once they were out the room. "She was having some trouble breathing earlier, but she seems better now." She glanced over to see her daughter breathing soundly.
Foreman nodded. "Yes, she's stable, but we still don't know what caused the seizure in the first place." He gave the mother a solemn look. "Every one of our tests indicates something that would be impossible for a girl in her condition."
The mother's face fell with confusion and worry. "And the blood…?"
"Don't worry, the blood was just a one time thing so far, and she seems to have gotten better." He tried to comfort her upon seeing her reaction. "We're just going to focus on keeping her condition stable right now." He glanced over at the sleeping girl's form. "And, since she's not showing any other symptoms, the only thing we can do is to keep her for observation and we'll see what happens."
"Thank you..." The mother nodded, her gaze locked on her child's sleeping form. She walked back into the room silently, as to not disturb her daughter.
Foreman stood there for a second more, watching the mother go back to retuning to her previous position next to her daughter, before walking away in search of Cameron.
IIIII
Gregory House was sitting at his desk enjoying a well earned snack when he heard the door open.
Great.
That meant someone found him.
He mentally kicked himself.
He had hid so well too.
House sighed as he started counting off in his mind.
Three…
Two…
One…
"House."
His name echoed within the walls of the room.
Right on schedule.
He stopped chewing and closed his eyes, hoping it was all a bad dream.
Of course it wasn't.
He sighed and opened his eyes just in time to see James Wilson walking toward his desk.
Perfect.
Well, at least it wasn't Cuddy.
"Cuddy wants to see you." Wilson told House as he sat down in the chair across from his desk. "Something about a patient."
Suddenly, upon realization,Wilson looked at him, a look of confusion on his face. "Shouldn't you be doing your job?" He asked, looking around.
"Yes, I am suppose to." House countered. "But I also think you're also not suppose date other people after you're married." He smirked as he gave Wilson a cocky look, knowing he had won. "Guess we both cheated huh, Jimmy."
Wilson rolled his eyes, ignoring his comment. "You're supposed to be working on a case. And you know Cuddy's going to…"
He paused upon noticing what House was eating as a snack. "Wait…is that my lunch?"
The other, more immature doctor didn't respond.
Instead, he hurriedly stuffed the last residual bits of evidence of what was left of Wilson's Chicken Piccata with his fork and into his awaiting mouth before Wilson could say another word.
House opened his mouth halfway between chewing to show Wilson the contents of his mouth.
Wilson's grimaced with disgust. "What are you? Seven?"
House swallowed and then proceeded to wash it all down with some water.
He sighed contently and closed his eyes again as he leaned back into his chair, ignoring Wilson.
That silly, annoying Wilson sure knew how to cook.
Though sometimes, his cooking abilities almost, almost, doesn't make up for his pathetic and annoying-ness
"House…" Wilson said his name again, this time in a more menacing manner. "You stole my lunch."
House sat up.
House looked at the Wilson and noted the exasperated look on the Oncologist's face and felt a strong sense of achievement.
"No." He smiled cheerfully, a smug look on his face. "First off, it was your lunch, and secondly," He brought both hands up next to his face. "I did not 'steal your lunch,'" he stated, making air quotations. "Stealing is bad, that's why I borrowed your lunch without the intention of giving it back." He brought his hands down to cover his heart, his face filled with mock sadness.
House's face scrunched up when a thought entered his mind. "Or I could give it back…but then it'll just be messy."
Wilson groaned, the look on his face filled with exasperation and revulsion.
"Ok. So let me get this straight." He stared House right in the eye, further emphasizing his words. "It is ten in the morning. You've only been here for thirty minutes and already you've managed to eat the lunch that I brought for myself in the container that had the words 'eat and die House' written on it and seriously disgust me at the same time?"
"Yeppers." House nodded. "But next time, go easy on the salt. Or else I'll have to sue you for kidney failure."
Wilson's face fell. "Ok, first of all, no one asked you to eat it. And secondly, you just insulted my cooking, but sure, I'll just have to make sure to remember to add in rat poison next time." He responded mockingly, rolling his eyes.
House grinned. "Sure, cool, just remember to go easy on the salt."
Wilson groaned and stood up. "I'll be sure to make a note of it the next time I bring lunch for you to steal." He smiled sarcastically as he headed toward the door.
"You better!" House yelled after him. "Or else I'll tell Cuddy what a bad daddy you'll make."
Wilson just kept on walking, ignoring him.
House shrugged as Wilson left the office and walked away from his line of view.
He simply leaned back into his chair and turned on his Ipod, closing his eyes and letting out a groan of relaxation.
He was going to get back to work.
After all, he had another mystery that needed solving…
Right after a nap.
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A/N: Hey everyone, sorry for the long wait! I got sick and school just sucked but now I'm back! Hopefully speedy updates will follow.
Chapter four is in the works. I hope I didn't disappoint this time.
Feel free to leave a review, it'll be much appreciated.
Until next time…