Thirteen tried to think of anything to find out about the patient. Well, he has Trypanophobia, so I should see what happens if I take out a syringe…
The doctor smiled as she took out a syringe. Immediately she regretted it. The child sprang up immediately, shouting something Thirteen didn't focus on translating. She knew it was something along the lines of Hey! Or Get away from me. She tried to put the syringe away, but the patient was too fast. He did a spot-on roundhouse kick on her wrist, sending the needle flying towards the door.
The patient ripped the IV's from his arms. Blood was dripping on the ground where his hands were. Thirteen stumbled backwards, hands up to defend herself. By now nurses were coming in, frantic to stop the crazed child from destroying the hospital. She held her hands out in apology, but obviously the teenager wasn't accepting. He easily lifted the cart holding his lunch and chucked it at the young doctor. It hit her face. She tasted blood as it trickled from to her nose, her lips, inside her mouth, down her face. She yelled at the nurses to get away from the psychotic patient, but it all came out choked and demented.
By now the patient was running down the hall. Oh, God. Thirteen thought. This will be a nightmare. She watched as the young teen easily took out three startled doctors trying to restrain him with a few swift movements. This child was obviously dangerous, and he had to be restrained. He was coming up by Cuddy's office. The dean of medicine stepped out, bewildered by this patient's behaviour. She just had time to jump back as the child did a long, sweeping kick to his right.
She shouted, "Stop! What are you doing?" As Thirteen stumbled closer to the encounter she saw what was true fear simply radiating from the patient.
"They try to kill me with needle!" he choked out.
"They aren't going to hurt you. They're doctors, not killers. Now stop this instant and get back to your room." She ordered. She sounded more like a mother than a dean of medicine now. But this did not stop the frightened adolescent from pressing onward. He was reaching the drop, going into the hospital's main lobby. He was surrounded by doctors now. He smiled, most deviously, and dropped from the ledge.
Cuddy just had enough time to see him land on a counter. He kept running. Feet from the door, the patient tripped. As Thirteen reached the edge of the ledge to see what had stopped the frantic patient from escaping, she saw a cane. House. She was almost certain everyone else thought the same thing. As the seasoned doctor walked up to retrieve his cane, he said to the crowd, "Nice throw, eh?"
Wow, this was a fun chapter to write! It was also kinda hard, though, as I had to keep the plot going… oh well. I think it's good now…. So, read, review, enjoy! Again, please no hateful comments, keep those to yourselves. Any tips? Leave a comment. And, check out my other stories on my profile page, and answer my polls. Bye, and thanks!
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