“Cameron! I’m bored!” House’s voice bellowed like that of a four an old child.
“House. I’m busy, as toi can see.”
“But Caaaaaameronnnnn, I’m bored. montrer me someone interesting.”
Cameron glanced across the room as House took a siège in a tabouret suivant to her. She continued to emballage, wrap a young man‘s arm with a bandage. “Uh patient on the left came in with a broken wrist and finger.”
“Not interesting.”
“The patient two beds down has a gram stain that shows she’s positive for Syphilis but it doesn’t montrer in her blood work.”
“She. Has. Syphilis. Case solved.”
“There’s a patient that has a mysterious disease!”
House gave Cameron a shocked expression and responded with mock sarcasm. “Oh my God! toi don’t say.”
“You know what, toi can take your pick, and while you’re at it, treat some of them will ya?”
“So toi make the cripple do the work? How unfair.” House got up from the tabouret and started walking around the Emergency Room, weaving in between nurses to have a closer look at the patients. None of them showed any interesting symptoms and House grew weary. However out of the corner of his eye, he saw a young teen girl, with dark brown curls similar to Cuddy’s, skinny arms and wrists. She was about 5’3”and wore jade colored Vogue glasses.
“House, she’s about to be discharged.”
House studied her body language and the way she was laying on the bed. She wasn’t up getting ready to go and she had her eyes closed. She looked as if she was on a mission, and she wasn’t going to déplacer until she completed it. But ignoring that for a second, House couldn’t help but think that there was something eerily wrong with this girl.
Sensing a presence near her, the patient opened her eyes to see a tall, scruffy man whose icy blue eyes were piercing a look of intimidation into her gaze.
House turned and faced Cameron before briskly leaving the Emergency Room. “Cameron? I’ll take her.”
“House. I’m busy, as toi can see.”
“But Caaaaaameronnnnn, I’m bored. montrer me someone interesting.”
Cameron glanced across the room as House took a siège in a tabouret suivant to her. She continued to emballage, wrap a young man‘s arm with a bandage. “Uh patient on the left came in with a broken wrist and finger.”
“Not interesting.”
“The patient two beds down has a gram stain that shows she’s positive for Syphilis but it doesn’t montrer in her blood work.”
“She. Has. Syphilis. Case solved.”
“There’s a patient that has a mysterious disease!”
House gave Cameron a shocked expression and responded with mock sarcasm. “Oh my God! toi don’t say.”
“You know what, toi can take your pick, and while you’re at it, treat some of them will ya?”
“So toi make the cripple do the work? How unfair.” House got up from the tabouret and started walking around the Emergency Room, weaving in between nurses to have a closer look at the patients. None of them showed any interesting symptoms and House grew weary. However out of the corner of his eye, he saw a young teen girl, with dark brown curls similar to Cuddy’s, skinny arms and wrists. She was about 5’3”and wore jade colored Vogue glasses.
“House, she’s about to be discharged.”
House studied her body language and the way she was laying on the bed. She wasn’t up getting ready to go and she had her eyes closed. She looked as if she was on a mission, and she wasn’t going to déplacer until she completed it. But ignoring that for a second, House couldn’t help but think that there was something eerily wrong with this girl.
Sensing a presence near her, the patient opened her eyes to see a tall, scruffy man whose icy blue eyes were piercing a look of intimidation into her gaze.
House turned and faced Cameron before briskly leaving the Emergency Room. “Cameron? I’ll take her.”
