A\N: House MD characters are in this!
Camp Rock
Chapter 17
My own version of Camp Rock told in Shane's point of viewTess began sobbing uncontrollably, her body shaking violently. "I have rabies!!" she sobbed.
By now, all of the other campers gathered around in a circle to see what was happening. Uncle Brown was trying to get us to calm down and stop crying. A couple people were laughing, but everyone else was silent and shocked. I mean, we had rabies for God's sake!
I continued rolling in the dirt. "RAAABBBIIIEEESSSS!" I hissed and growled, more saliva making me foam at the mouth.
"Calm the fuck down!" Uncle Brownie boomed.
I stopped hissing and looked up at him.
He took in a deep breath and then let it out. "We better get you two to a hospital right away,"
I stood up and brushed off dirt from my clothes. Tess wiped away her tears and we followed Uncle Brown down the mountain. We practically ran down the mountain and when we got back to camp, we hopped in his car. I sat in the front seat. Uncle Brown looked at me. "You better not bite me,"
My uncle drove us to the nearest town and he parked illegally by the emergency room. He ran over to the front desk. "Two of my campers were bit by a rabid animal," he told the nurse.
"Well actually," Tess started, "only he got bit by the rat with wings, and he bit me," Tess glared at me. "I hate your fucking guts,"
"Right back at you," I said.
We were led into the hospital and Tess went into one room, I in the other. Uncle Brown waited outside. I sat down on the little bed thing and waited. The room was scary… I'm the kind of person who hates hospitals.
The doctor came in the room. He was wearing a sweater vest. What a nerd. "Hi, I'm Doctor Wilson," He looked at me, confused. "Are you… Shane Gray?"
I nodded. "Yup,"
"My friend likes your music. I'm always hearing about you. Do you mind if I call him and tell him you're here?" he asked.
"Sure," I replied sarcastically. "I'll just die here. But that's ok, you go ahead and call your friend,"
He picked up his phone and dialed a number. "House, you'll never guess who has rabies!"
A few moments later, another doctor with a cane limped into the room. He closed the door. "Well, well. Shane gray has rabies. How cool is that?"
"Not cool," I replied.
"Of course it is!" he exclaimed, a little to excited. "I mean, you could die! I want credit for saving Shane Gray's life!"
Doctor Wilson turned to him. "Technically, I'm saving his life."
I coughed. They both turned to me. "In case you were wondering, I'm dying. So if you could do doctor stuff that'd be much appreciated."
House – I think that's his name – sat down in a chair. "Should I go get popcorn?"
"Yes. Please leave," I said.
He stood up. "I'll go get snacks. This is going to be one hell of a night,"
"Don't make me bite you!" I called out after him.
House turned to me. "Ooh, I'm so scared!" he replied sarcastically and limped out the door.
The nerdy doctor turned to me. "So what happened exactly?"
I told him the story. "Well first I was sick with the flu or something and my uncle didn't believe me so he made me go hiking even though I didn't want to and I was extremely tired. So then he believed me and I slept in his tent and then I took his whipped cream and put it in my mouth and then scared the crap out of him and told him I had rabies,"
He looked confused. "Wait, so you weren't bitten by a bat? This is all a joke?"
I shook my head. "I haven't gotten to the cave part yet,"
"So you putting whipped cream in your mouth has nothing to do with actually getting rabies?"
"Uh… no. But I'm getting there; hold your water. Ok, so after my uncle ran away screaming, my friends came over to me and asked me if I wanted to go exploring. So, we went into some cave and there were all these bats and one of them bit me and so then I ran back to camp screaming, 'HOLY SHIT I HAVE RABIES!' And some girl, her name's Tess, she's the biggest bitch in the whole world, she said that I was a faker, so I bit her and so now here we are!" I told the whole story in super-speed mode. "Did you get all that?"
Wilson slowly nodded. "Yeah… A bat bit you? Do you have this bat?"
I scoffed. "No."
"Did you call animal control? Wash the wound with soap and water?"
I shook my head. "Nope. We just kind of… came here."
He sighed. "Ok then. Let me clean off the wound and I'll have to vaccinate you for rabies; it's better to be safe than sorry, especially when you're not sure if the bat had the disease,"
"Okey dokey," I said. He walked over to the cabinets and pulled out some medical stuff. He put something on my arm, which hurt like hell, mind you. "It burnnsssss!" I complained a little too over-dramatically. I could tell that my doctor didn't like me because he just kind of ignored me and didn't say anything. He walked back over to the cabinets, rummaging through them.
House came back in the room. "Did I miss anything?" he was carrying a bag of popcorn and he sat down on the chair, eating it. I shot him a glance. He stared back at me. Then, his pager went off. "I gotta go; my patient's gonna have a massive heart attack," He left the room.
"Is it ok if I hate his guts?" I asked.
Wilson nodded. "Yeah. A lot of people do," He turned around only to have a huge-ass needle in his hand.
My eyes widened. Holy crap! Is he gonna put that in me?! I'm the type of person who cries when they get flu shots so let's just see how this works out… I started trembling so I closed my eyes. I started practically hyperventilating and he hadn't even stabbed me with it yet.
"Ok… just calm down," he said.
I opened my eyes. "I can't calm down if I know you're gonna put that in me!" I closed my eyes. "Don't tell me when you're gonna do it," I sat there, shaking with fear. "Don't do it yet. Don't do it yet!"
"I have to do it eventually!" he exclaimed.
I nodded. "Ok… fine," I closed my eyes and faced my doom. "OW! MOTHER FUCKER!" I screamed loud enough so that people in China could probably hear me. "HELP ME! HELP ME!!" I started crying and screaming at the same time. Finally, he took the goddamn thing out of me and I stopped screaming.
I caught my breath and then opened my eyes. "You are so going on my 'to die' list," I told him.
He shrugged. I closed my eyes again. My uncle came in the room. "Well I could certainly hear you screaming from a mile away," he smirked and walked over to me.
I narrowed my eyes. "Not funny, Brownie. That hurt like a bitch. You don't want to get a rabies shot, trust me,"
Uncle Brown sat down in a chair. "Good news is, you're rabies free and you aren't gonna die. Bad news is, you have to get four more shots,"
"WHAT?!"