This is one is short, they're all kind of short, actually, but it's to do with the order/number of the chapters.

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I wasn't the biggest fan of wheelchairs. I always found them degrading, making me feel smaller than everyone else, making out I couldn't walk. I frowned up at Dr. Foreman from where I sat on the bed, looking at the clean, shiny wheelchair he had carted in. I raised an eyebrow at him.

"I can walk, you know." I muttered.

"I know, but we have to use it." He apologised, gripping the handles on it, "its protocol." I shrugged, obediently standing up and sitting down in the cold plastic seat. Fixing the hospital gown I had on nervously.

"Why can't I just wear my own clothes?" I asked as Dr. Foreman pushed me out of my room, the wheels squeaking slightly. They needed to be oiled. He laughed quietly.

"The sooner we get you to X-ray, the sooner we find out what's wrong with you and the sooner you can get home and wear whatever you want." He told me with a smile. I looked up at him over my shoulder and gave him a wry smirk.

"Okay, if you say so." I sighed. I ran a hand through my hair as he led me round corridors, towards X-ray.

"We're going to figure out what's wrong with you." He reassured me.

"So everyone keeps saying." I muttered under my breath, we reached the elevator and wheeled me inside. He hit the button and the door closed.

"You're in good hands." He said, "Dr. House may be... abrasive, but he's good at what he does."

"He's not that bad." I retorted, "He's funny."

"You've talked to him?" Dr. Foreman asked, sounding slightly shocked. I nodded.

"Yeah, I mean, he is my doctor." I told him. The elevator came to a stop; I noticed that it wasn't on my floor. The doors slowly opened revealing that we were in fact in Oncology. Behind the doors stood Dr. House. He noticed us and flashed us a half smile, stepping in reluctantly.

"If it isn't my favourite patient." He sighed, "And Foreman."

"Where were you?" Foreman asked, I glanced over my shoulder at House as he took his place behind me.

"Just making sure Wilson wasn't harassing anymore nurses." He muttered, "Why, what's your excuse? Just like hanging out with patients in elevators?"

"I'm taking Emily to X-ray." Foreman snapped, rolling his eyes. I smirked slightly, House noticed.

"Why are you so cheery?" He asked. I turned my neck round slightly to look at him, and shrugged.

"I just am." I said as the elevator stopped and the doors opened. Foreman began to push me out into the corridor.

"Well, you shouldn't be." House cried, "You might have cancer." Foreman continued to walk away from him.

"Sorry about that." He sighed, I just giggled, turning round and looking over my shoulder, seeing House standing in the lift as the doors closed.

"CANCER!" He screamed as they eventually slid shut. I turned back round, moving around in the seat, trying to get comfortable.

"Is he always that charming?" I asked.

"Afraid so."

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Sara sat with a paper cup of steaming coffee in her hands, she was hunched over in the waiting area near her daughter's room, and her hands were shaking, making the coffee ripple. She had never been so scared in her entire life, her daughter was dying, and there was nothing she could do.

She raised the mug to her lips and took a sip. The coffee was fresh and it burned her tongue, but she just ignored it and continued to drink.

"You know, drinking too much coffee can lead to peptic ulcers." Sara raised her head and found herself looking up at the doctor from the lift, casually swinging his cane. She frowned at him, "How many cups have you had?"

"How's my daughter?" She asked, ignoring his question. He shrugged and took the seat beside her, hunching over just like her, mimicking her actions.

"You know Tea would be better for you." He told her, glancing down again at the cup in her hand. She glared at him and took a defiant sip of her coffee, "She's away up to X-ray." He said after a long pause.

"What do you think it is?" She asked, not particularly wanting to strike up a conversation with this man, but wanting to know what was going on with her daughter.

"Most likely diagnosis at the moment is cancer." He muttered.

"Cancer!?" Sara cried; her face dropping. The doctor swung round quickly to see tears welling up in her eyes, a completely distraught look on her face. He scowled.

"It's not like you have cancer!" He laughed, Sara's mouth dropped open in shock and disgust.

"Excuse, my daughter could have cancer, I think I have the right to be ups-" She quickly retorted but the doctor interrupted her.

"Why was she emancipated?" He asked casually, as if her outburst had gone unnoticed.

"None of your business." Sara spat, feeling completely outraged at this man.

"Actually, it is my business." He told her in a matter of fact tone, "She's my patient."

"So?" Sara leant back in her chair, "It has nothing to do with her medical history." The man ignored her, beginning to bounce his cane against the floor.

"Did she want to get married?" He asked her casually. Sara pursed her lips together and shook her head, "She didn't want to join the army, did she?"

"No." Sara laughed. "Why don't you go ask her? She seems to like you!"

"I know, teenage girls just find me so irrestible!" He said, he suddenly stopped bouncing his cane and glanced over at Sara, looking her up and down, lost in thought. Sara suddenly felt very self conscious and opened her mouth to say something.

"We've got her X-rays." Came the voice of a young woman, Sara looked up to see one of her daughters doctors standing there, Dr. Cameron, looking at the man beside her, with a file in her hand, "You're going to want to take a look at them."