Don't ask me to explain - A House fan fic.
Title: Don't ask me to explain
Author: annechonps
Pairing: Thirteen/Cameron; Chase/Cameron; House/Cuddy; House/Wilson; Wilson/Amber; etc, etc.
Spoilers: 1) You have to be patient to read it. If you're only looking for a making-out fic, you may be disappointed, it will be a long time before Cameron and Thirteen really become something close to lovers. 2) It will have a lot of medical things in the story, I think it's an important thing on the show and I wanted to write something myself. Althought I made research for all the medical stuff, some may be not so right.
Rating: PG most of the time
Warnings: Remy doesn't have Huntington's. I thought it was enough of the "Thirteen's dying" and "Cameron only loves dying people" thing. The reason Remy does stupid things sometimes has other causes. In the beggining, though, she hadn't been tested yet. Oh, and Amber isn't dead, she's just dating Wilson.
Notes: Seems weird or to off-the-show? Well, what can I say? I wouldn't kill Amber or give Thirteen 10 years to live anyway.
About the chapter: it's the first one, so it doesn't really have a tittle, but all others will come with a music tittle as "soundtrack". About this one: I know it's long and it's not "Cadley". The thing is, I thought it was important to explain something about their lives before crushing one against the other.
Other than that, enjoy!
Chase went to the kitchen, shaking his head in disbelief while he tried very hard to find a glass so he could drink some water. It only took five seconds before Cameron reached him, her eyes almost burning in frustration. She looked at him a few seconds, expecting a real confrontation. He couldn’t be that much of a chicken.
- Very mature, Robert, - she said, ironically, while holding one hand at her hip - playing hide and seek. How come I didn’t think of that as a solution for the World’s problems?
- Oh, I am so sorry, Allison. - Chase said, when he finally found the glass he was looking for. - But you can use it as long as you give me credit. - He finished, getting some water from the refrigerator.
- We need a change. It doesn’t mean we’re going to break up. It doesn’t mean we need to take time to each other, I’m just saying… - Cameron tried really hard to find the right words… They’ve been arguing for several minutes now, mostly about silly things (like who picked up restaurants, who was the one who choose what they’d watch on tv, etc.) but these weren’t things that actually were bothering her. It was something else. - Surprise me.
- What? - Chase exclaimed. He was hoping she would say something about sex, actually, he was prepared for it, he’d put the blame in something - anything- to explain why they were a little off these days, but they both knew that there was something missing for them these past few weeks.
- I can read by the look on your face that you expected something about sex. Well, we can talk about it later - “What would be a totally turn-off”, Cameron thought - but… I mean it. Surprise me. Take chances, take risks, kiss me when I’m not expecting it, pick me up on the hospital and bring me to a home full of flowers, argue with me when you think I’m wrong… - "Instead of hiding in the kitchen." Cameron’s voice trailed off. There were so many things she wished he’d do, and she was thinking about it a long time. It was incredible: Chase never did something new. Something that would bring her butterflies, and remember her why she fell in love with him in the first place.
- We’re arguing because… - Chase raised an elbow - I don’t argue with you?
- That’s not what I meant! - Cam sighed. - Well, is kind of what I meant, but here’s the thing: when you don’t agree with me, you just walk away, you don’t scream, you don’t tell me why I’m wrong - “Which I’m not”, she added for herself - you just… don’t face it. You’re predictable even when you’re angry.
Ops. She probably didn’t know, but she reached a nerve. Her boyfriend absolutely hated when he was told he was predictable. For the first time in well… A long time, Chase’s head began to turn a little red, and as he turned to fully-face Cameron, he had a grievous voice.
- What do you expect of me? To drop my job, become an artist, drink whisky everyday, use some drugs, stop fixing my hair, have loads of one-night stands and get tattooed? - He took a few steps closer to his girlfriend, screaming considerably loud now - Do you want me to let go of my responsibilities and become a whole new different person? Want me to be born again or are you just looking for something new? You could just go to a bar and sleep with the first man you see if you want, Allison… - He didn’t finish his line, because Cameron locked her arms around his neck and kissed him. “That was I was talking about. It’s gonna be fine” she thought.
-----//-----
Thirteen woke up, but kept her eyes closed. She tried to remember what happened last night, and for her own surprise, she could. For the first time in weeks.
Since her father died, she had a big change of moods, and decided to live life at maximum speed. He had died hitting his head on the tub, because of a soap on the floor. Who would expect that? Really, who could expect that your whole existence would end up because of a damn soap? She certainly didn’t, and wanted to make sure that if she was going to die the next day because of a soap, she wouldn’t regret, in her way to the hospital, about all the things she hadn’t done.
She kept herself warm, knowing by the sun it was early, and there was no reason to face the reality just yet - especially when you know, in a vivid place on your mind, that the place next to you is occupied by a man whom you worked with named Foreman.
It wasn’t really planed. She was drinking alone, in her room, regretting all the years she hadn’t spent with her father, when Foreman showed up. After vodka, whisky and beer, Foreman looked presentable, and kind of a hero, since he was constantly telling her to stop throwing her life out of the window, and offered her a hand whenever she needed it. Honestly, it was quite easy to know he was into her for a while now. Taub and Kutner already told her a million times, and she could see it for herself. Not that it was hard to notice when you have a man checking you out all the time.
So, when he appeared by her door, interrupting the drinking in her room and kissed her, she let him. And when he started to pull off her clothes, she pulled off his. The night was spent like this. She wasn’t drunk enough to be excited about the idea of sleeping with Foreman, but just enough to copy his moves whenever she needed.
“Not the worst I’ve had”, Thirteen thought, as she tried to see some good points about it. House definitely wouldn’t stop mocking her if he knew, but again, she wasn’t planning to let Foreman sleep in her house any time soon or giving her boss any clues at all that it had happened. She couldn’t blame him for trying, and part of her was thankful that someone was so gentle with her, after she’d gotten so used to the rage kind of sex (not that she didn’t liked it - oh, she did) and the fact made her think like someone cared, and that was something new and intriguing.
“Why does he care?” Remy said in a low voice, as she finally opened up her eyes. As he watched him, she felt a little bit sorry for knowing she would have to dump him. And that would hurt him, especially after last night.
Her thinking was interrupted, when she felt Foreman moving next to her. Thirteen rapidly closed her eyes again, pretending to be asleep.
- Good morning, sunshine. - She heard a voice saying in a delightful tone just a few inches from her. “He just called me sunshine? Are you kidding me?”
- Hi. - Remy managed to say, trying not to sound too harsh.
- It’s early. - Foreman said, showing her his clock. - We’ve got plenty of time before going to work. - He concluded, with a insinuate voice.
“And I can’t even imagine what you want to do until then.” Thirteen thought, with a mental sigh, trying to find words to dispense him, but the only thing that crossed her mind was “fuck off”.
But just in time, her cell phone rang. Bringing almost all the sheet with her, Thirteen quickly reached for it. “House. Must be the first time I’m thankful because of him”.
-What’s up?
-Good morning to you too. Didn’t your mother taught you manners, young lady?
-Yes. Didn’t yours teach you anything at all?
- Oh, someone isn’t happy when wakes up. - House said with amusement. When no response came, he gave up. - New case. Come to the hospital, call Taub and Kutner and bring Foreman.
- What? - Thirteen said, surprised, but her boss already had hanged up. “How would he know?” While a very thin line between despair and wonder crossed her mind, she raised from bed, involving her body with the sheet, heading for the bathroom.
-Will you explain? - The man in her bed said, with both elbows raised.
Not bothering to turn and look at him, Remy simply mumbled:
- House needs us at the hospital.
- House doesn’t need anyone - he contested.
- But want us there. He’s my boss, so I’m going. Warn Taub and Kutner. - She closed the bathroom door, took a quick bath, brushed her teeth and changed clothes, putting a purple t-shirt along her new black pants and necklace.
When she was back at the bedroom, Foreman was ready, just trying to give a final knot in his tie, with his cell phone still in hand.
- They’re on their way. - He said, turning away from the mirror. - Hey, are we gonna talk about this in the car?
- Actually, it would be better if we weren’t together when we get there. - Remy said, finding her boots and putting them on.
- You don’t want to talk about this. - Foreman said, with an almost sad tone.
- There isn’t actually something to talk about. It was one night. And we don’t want House to know, is that simple. - She responded, heading for the kitchen, looking for something she could eat when she got to the hospital.
Foreman headed to the bathroom, brushed his teeth, considerably hurt, but ended up concluding that this wasn’t the best moment to confront Thirteen about their relationship. At least the relationship he was hoping to have with her. After having sex with the younger doctor, his hopes increased.
----//----
House was sleeping in the chair when Thirteen came in.
- You call us at six in the morning because of a patient and you’re sleeping? - the woman said in disbelief.
- Oh, relax, she isn’t going to die before all of my ducklings are here to see her. I asked really polite for it. - The doctor stood up, heading for the differential room, straight for the coffee machine. - So, where’s Foreman?
- I have no idea, - Remy answered, trying to look convincing while waiting her boss to get his coffee so she could have some for herself.
- Oh, I see. The whole concept of “If we don’t arrive together House will never know”. Too bad it doesn’t work.
- Are you insinuating we slept together? - The other doctor said, letting go a dry laugh when she realized how the idea was ridiculous, and yet, had really happened.
- No. I’m letting you know that I know. - He said.
- Oh, you think you know about my sexual life. I’m really shaking nervous right now. - She answered ironically while moving her hands.
- Or just plain shaking. Did you have your Huntington’s test already?
Remy didn’t answer, just looked down and pretended not to have heard.
- This may sound surprising, but you knowing or not knowing doesn’t change the result. A little bird called Cuddy told me that you father died, so you now think you have to live life at its best, when really you’re just increasing your chances of getting an STD.
- Or having more fun than you do. - Thirteen said, while trying to figure out why exactly she had told what happened to her father to the Dean of Medicine in the first place.
- But being equally miserable.
At this, Thirteen was left speechless. She drank her coffee in silence, waiting for someone, even Foreman to come in and break her thoughts that were going to a direction called “House’s right”. And she didn’t want to think that way, she wanted to think that going to bars and eventually having sex had some value.
- I know you slept with Foreman. He turned off his cell phone. Foreman only turns off his cell phone when he’s planning to sleep with someone. And he kept it that way until six in the morning. This plus the fact that he told Chase he was going to your place last night and you don’t have to be a genius, which I am, to know.
“Fuck”, she thought, “He does know”.
- It’s ok. I respect it. You like your men how you like your coffee.
---//---
- What are we waiting for, exactly? - Kutner asked, while everyone was sitting at the differential room, each one of them lost in thought for almost five minutes now.
- We’re waiting for unicorns to come over and help us... - House said, matter-of-factly. - We’re waiting for Cameron.
- Cameron will help us? - Foreman said, in a surprised tone.
- Our patient was her patient in the E.R. She knows her history, and she knows her. Oh, she’s here. - House stood up, pointing for the blonde doctor with his cane.
Thirteen couldn’t help but to smile at little. She liked Cameron. She didn’t like, liked her, but she found out, in the past few months, that her companion was nice, and even though they didn’t share their thoughts about life and death, it was pleasant to talk to her.
- Why was I called? - Allison entered the room, looking straight to House, sighing briefly.
- Now that’s good manners, kids. - He responded, with a disapproval tone. The other doctor only raised an elbow. - Our new patient was your patient, and we’re looking forward to some deep and cool information. - House continued, standing up, facing Cameron and handling her file.
- Oh. I remember her. She went to the ER a few times, even though we kept saying it was only a cold. Her throat was bothering her and she complained about cough. What is she doing here?
- I guess that cold doesn’t make people look like they’re on fire because of a fever or even spleen enlargement. Does it? - He turned around to his new team.
- She hadn’t spleen enlargement or abdominal pain when she was in the E.R - Cameron responded, a little offended while checking the patient’s records.
- She’s… pregnant? - Thirteen asked, only looking at her file now.
- Won’t be for long if it’s an infection, she could have noxious fetal hyperthermia, cytokine-induced damage to tissues, premature labor, abortion, the list goes on… - Kutner was now looking for details in his own file.
- What did you give her? - Taub finally said something after he got to the hospital.
- I... Well, a nurse gave her antitussives and Nimesulide, we thought it was a cold; we could only treat the symptoms.
- Thank you for clearing that up, I never understood that from the doctors! - House said sarcastically, while popping Vicodin. Cameron rolled her eyes and sat at one of the unoccupied chairs.
- Antitussives, so her cough was dry. It’s nothing bacterial, or else she’d have pus getting out of her throat. - Foreman said, getting up as well and mentioning to write it at the board.
- Uh, uh. Only daddy gets to do it. - House stopped him with his cane, writing her symptoms so far, Foreman getting back to his chair while shaking his head.
- She also complains about nausea. - Thirteen commented, running her eyes trough her file. - But again, she’s pregnant, it’s hardly a symptom.
- She also complains about loss of appetite. And that’s a symptom. I mean, she’s pregnant; she should want to eat a thousand things. - Cameron replied, longing her eyes on Remy a little more than usual.
- And chills, but it could be only because of the whether, it’s freezing - Taub complemented.
- So what causes dry cough, fever, spleen enlargement, abdominal pain, chills and loss of appetite? - House finished writing on the board, turning to face his team.
- Could be Splenomegaly. She’d hardly have some kind of appetite if her spleen was provoking an abnormal breakdown of red blood cells. - Foreman said, looking for some support in the other doctors.
- Or congenital asplenia. Even though she didn’t mention having it, she could have gotten sick while gestation. - Taub said, crossing his arms.
- Abdominal abscess would explain all the symptoms, and while her spleen could be damaged, she’d naturally have lack of appetite. - Remy concluded, trying to avoid the eye-contact Foreman was trying to have since the differential began.
- Or Cameron’s nurses screwed up and gave a wrong dose of Nimesulide, which could lead to hepatic toxicity, ruining its capacity of filtering and the spleen would absorb every impurity. - Their boss said, matter-of-factly. - You, you - he pointed to Remy and Allison, - Run blood tests, you and you - He pointed to Kutner and Taub -Get her medical history. And you -He nudged at Foreman. - Go check on the fetus.
The ladies left the room, heading for the elevator.
- It’s good to be back, sometimes. - Cameron said with a smile. “A day with Thirteen, should be interesting.”, she thought.
- Come as you please. - The other woman said simply, trying to be nice.
Author: annechonps
Pairing: Thirteen/Cameron; Chase/Cameron; House/Cuddy; House/Wilson; Wilson/Amber; etc, etc.
Spoilers: 1) You have to be patient to read it. If you're only looking for a making-out fic, you may be disappointed, it will be a long time before Cameron and Thirteen really become something close to lovers. 2) It will have a lot of medical things in the story, I think it's an important thing on the show and I wanted to write something myself. Althought I made research for all the medical stuff, some may be not so right.
Rating: PG most of the time
Warnings: Remy doesn't have Huntington's. I thought it was enough of the "Thirteen's dying" and "Cameron only loves dying people" thing. The reason Remy does stupid things sometimes has other causes. In the beggining, though, she hadn't been tested yet. Oh, and Amber isn't dead, she's just dating Wilson.
Notes: Seems weird or to off-the-show? Well, what can I say? I wouldn't kill Amber or give Thirteen 10 years to live anyway.
About the chapter: it's the first one, so it doesn't really have a tittle, but all others will come with a music tittle as "soundtrack". About this one: I know it's long and it's not "Cadley". The thing is, I thought it was important to explain something about their lives before crushing one against the other.
Other than that, enjoy!
Chase went to the kitchen, shaking his head in disbelief while he tried very hard to find a glass so he could drink some water. It only took five seconds before Cameron reached him, her eyes almost burning in frustration. She looked at him a few seconds, expecting a real confrontation. He couldn’t be that much of a chicken.
- Very mature, Robert, - she said, ironically, while holding one hand at her hip - playing hide and seek. How come I didn’t think of that as a solution for the World’s problems?
- Oh, I am so sorry, Allison. - Chase said, when he finally found the glass he was looking for. - But you can use it as long as you give me credit. - He finished, getting some water from the refrigerator.
- We need a change. It doesn’t mean we’re going to break up. It doesn’t mean we need to take time to each other, I’m just saying… - Cameron tried really hard to find the right words… They’ve been arguing for several minutes now, mostly about silly things (like who picked up restaurants, who was the one who choose what they’d watch on tv, etc.) but these weren’t things that actually were bothering her. It was something else. - Surprise me.
- What? - Chase exclaimed. He was hoping she would say something about sex, actually, he was prepared for it, he’d put the blame in something - anything- to explain why they were a little off these days, but they both knew that there was something missing for them these past few weeks.
- I can read by the look on your face that you expected something about sex. Well, we can talk about it later - “What would be a totally turn-off”, Cameron thought - but… I mean it. Surprise me. Take chances, take risks, kiss me when I’m not expecting it, pick me up on the hospital and bring me to a home full of flowers, argue with me when you think I’m wrong… - "Instead of hiding in the kitchen." Cameron’s voice trailed off. There were so many things she wished he’d do, and she was thinking about it a long time. It was incredible: Chase never did something new. Something that would bring her butterflies, and remember her why she fell in love with him in the first place.
- We’re arguing because… - Chase raised an elbow - I don’t argue with you?
- That’s not what I meant! - Cam sighed. - Well, is kind of what I meant, but here’s the thing: when you don’t agree with me, you just walk away, you don’t scream, you don’t tell me why I’m wrong - “Which I’m not”, she added for herself - you just… don’t face it. You’re predictable even when you’re angry.
Ops. She probably didn’t know, but she reached a nerve. Her boyfriend absolutely hated when he was told he was predictable. For the first time in well… A long time, Chase’s head began to turn a little red, and as he turned to fully-face Cameron, he had a grievous voice.
- What do you expect of me? To drop my job, become an artist, drink whisky everyday, use some drugs, stop fixing my hair, have loads of one-night stands and get tattooed? - He took a few steps closer to his girlfriend, screaming considerably loud now - Do you want me to let go of my responsibilities and become a whole new different person? Want me to be born again or are you just looking for something new? You could just go to a bar and sleep with the first man you see if you want, Allison… - He didn’t finish his line, because Cameron locked her arms around his neck and kissed him. “That was I was talking about. It’s gonna be fine” she thought.
-----//-----
Thirteen woke up, but kept her eyes closed. She tried to remember what happened last night, and for her own surprise, she could. For the first time in weeks.
Since her father died, she had a big change of moods, and decided to live life at maximum speed. He had died hitting his head on the tub, because of a soap on the floor. Who would expect that? Really, who could expect that your whole existence would end up because of a damn soap? She certainly didn’t, and wanted to make sure that if she was going to die the next day because of a soap, she wouldn’t regret, in her way to the hospital, about all the things she hadn’t done.
She kept herself warm, knowing by the sun it was early, and there was no reason to face the reality just yet - especially when you know, in a vivid place on your mind, that the place next to you is occupied by a man whom you worked with named Foreman.
It wasn’t really planed. She was drinking alone, in her room, regretting all the years she hadn’t spent with her father, when Foreman showed up. After vodka, whisky and beer, Foreman looked presentable, and kind of a hero, since he was constantly telling her to stop throwing her life out of the window, and offered her a hand whenever she needed it. Honestly, it was quite easy to know he was into her for a while now. Taub and Kutner already told her a million times, and she could see it for herself. Not that it was hard to notice when you have a man checking you out all the time.
So, when he appeared by her door, interrupting the drinking in her room and kissed her, she let him. And when he started to pull off her clothes, she pulled off his. The night was spent like this. She wasn’t drunk enough to be excited about the idea of sleeping with Foreman, but just enough to copy his moves whenever she needed.
“Not the worst I’ve had”, Thirteen thought, as she tried to see some good points about it. House definitely wouldn’t stop mocking her if he knew, but again, she wasn’t planning to let Foreman sleep in her house any time soon or giving her boss any clues at all that it had happened. She couldn’t blame him for trying, and part of her was thankful that someone was so gentle with her, after she’d gotten so used to the rage kind of sex (not that she didn’t liked it - oh, she did) and the fact made her think like someone cared, and that was something new and intriguing.
“Why does he care?” Remy said in a low voice, as she finally opened up her eyes. As he watched him, she felt a little bit sorry for knowing she would have to dump him. And that would hurt him, especially after last night.
Her thinking was interrupted, when she felt Foreman moving next to her. Thirteen rapidly closed her eyes again, pretending to be asleep.
- Good morning, sunshine. - She heard a voice saying in a delightful tone just a few inches from her. “He just called me sunshine? Are you kidding me?”
- Hi. - Remy managed to say, trying not to sound too harsh.
- It’s early. - Foreman said, showing her his clock. - We’ve got plenty of time before going to work. - He concluded, with a insinuate voice.
“And I can’t even imagine what you want to do until then.” Thirteen thought, with a mental sigh, trying to find words to dispense him, but the only thing that crossed her mind was “fuck off”.
But just in time, her cell phone rang. Bringing almost all the sheet with her, Thirteen quickly reached for it. “House. Must be the first time I’m thankful because of him”.
-What’s up?
-Good morning to you too. Didn’t your mother taught you manners, young lady?
-Yes. Didn’t yours teach you anything at all?
- Oh, someone isn’t happy when wakes up. - House said with amusement. When no response came, he gave up. - New case. Come to the hospital, call Taub and Kutner and bring Foreman.
- What? - Thirteen said, surprised, but her boss already had hanged up. “How would he know?” While a very thin line between despair and wonder crossed her mind, she raised from bed, involving her body with the sheet, heading for the bathroom.
-Will you explain? - The man in her bed said, with both elbows raised.
Not bothering to turn and look at him, Remy simply mumbled:
- House needs us at the hospital.
- House doesn’t need anyone - he contested.
- But want us there. He’s my boss, so I’m going. Warn Taub and Kutner. - She closed the bathroom door, took a quick bath, brushed her teeth and changed clothes, putting a purple t-shirt along her new black pants and necklace.
When she was back at the bedroom, Foreman was ready, just trying to give a final knot in his tie, with his cell phone still in hand.
- They’re on their way. - He said, turning away from the mirror. - Hey, are we gonna talk about this in the car?
- Actually, it would be better if we weren’t together when we get there. - Remy said, finding her boots and putting them on.
- You don’t want to talk about this. - Foreman said, with an almost sad tone.
- There isn’t actually something to talk about. It was one night. And we don’t want House to know, is that simple. - She responded, heading for the kitchen, looking for something she could eat when she got to the hospital.
Foreman headed to the bathroom, brushed his teeth, considerably hurt, but ended up concluding that this wasn’t the best moment to confront Thirteen about their relationship. At least the relationship he was hoping to have with her. After having sex with the younger doctor, his hopes increased.
----//----
House was sleeping in the chair when Thirteen came in.
- You call us at six in the morning because of a patient and you’re sleeping? - the woman said in disbelief.
- Oh, relax, she isn’t going to die before all of my ducklings are here to see her. I asked really polite for it. - The doctor stood up, heading for the differential room, straight for the coffee machine. - So, where’s Foreman?
- I have no idea, - Remy answered, trying to look convincing while waiting her boss to get his coffee so she could have some for herself.
- Oh, I see. The whole concept of “If we don’t arrive together House will never know”. Too bad it doesn’t work.
- Are you insinuating we slept together? - The other doctor said, letting go a dry laugh when she realized how the idea was ridiculous, and yet, had really happened.
- No. I’m letting you know that I know. - He said.
- Oh, you think you know about my sexual life. I’m really shaking nervous right now. - She answered ironically while moving her hands.
- Or just plain shaking. Did you have your Huntington’s test already?
Remy didn’t answer, just looked down and pretended not to have heard.
- This may sound surprising, but you knowing or not knowing doesn’t change the result. A little bird called Cuddy told me that you father died, so you now think you have to live life at its best, when really you’re just increasing your chances of getting an STD.
- Or having more fun than you do. - Thirteen said, while trying to figure out why exactly she had told what happened to her father to the Dean of Medicine in the first place.
- But being equally miserable.
At this, Thirteen was left speechless. She drank her coffee in silence, waiting for someone, even Foreman to come in and break her thoughts that were going to a direction called “House’s right”. And she didn’t want to think that way, she wanted to think that going to bars and eventually having sex had some value.
- I know you slept with Foreman. He turned off his cell phone. Foreman only turns off his cell phone when he’s planning to sleep with someone. And he kept it that way until six in the morning. This plus the fact that he told Chase he was going to your place last night and you don’t have to be a genius, which I am, to know.
“Fuck”, she thought, “He does know”.
- It’s ok. I respect it. You like your men how you like your coffee.
---//---
- What are we waiting for, exactly? - Kutner asked, while everyone was sitting at the differential room, each one of them lost in thought for almost five minutes now.
- We’re waiting for unicorns to come over and help us... - House said, matter-of-factly. - We’re waiting for Cameron.
- Cameron will help us? - Foreman said, in a surprised tone.
- Our patient was her patient in the E.R. She knows her history, and she knows her. Oh, she’s here. - House stood up, pointing for the blonde doctor with his cane.
Thirteen couldn’t help but to smile at little. She liked Cameron. She didn’t like, liked her, but she found out, in the past few months, that her companion was nice, and even though they didn’t share their thoughts about life and death, it was pleasant to talk to her.
- Why was I called? - Allison entered the room, looking straight to House, sighing briefly.
- Now that’s good manners, kids. - He responded, with a disapproval tone. The other doctor only raised an elbow. - Our new patient was your patient, and we’re looking forward to some deep and cool information. - House continued, standing up, facing Cameron and handling her file.
- Oh. I remember her. She went to the ER a few times, even though we kept saying it was only a cold. Her throat was bothering her and she complained about cough. What is she doing here?
- I guess that cold doesn’t make people look like they’re on fire because of a fever or even spleen enlargement. Does it? - He turned around to his new team.
- She hadn’t spleen enlargement or abdominal pain when she was in the E.R - Cameron responded, a little offended while checking the patient’s records.
- She’s… pregnant? - Thirteen asked, only looking at her file now.
- Won’t be for long if it’s an infection, she could have noxious fetal hyperthermia, cytokine-induced damage to tissues, premature labor, abortion, the list goes on… - Kutner was now looking for details in his own file.
- What did you give her? - Taub finally said something after he got to the hospital.
- I... Well, a nurse gave her antitussives and Nimesulide, we thought it was a cold; we could only treat the symptoms.
- Thank you for clearing that up, I never understood that from the doctors! - House said sarcastically, while popping Vicodin. Cameron rolled her eyes and sat at one of the unoccupied chairs.
- Antitussives, so her cough was dry. It’s nothing bacterial, or else she’d have pus getting out of her throat. - Foreman said, getting up as well and mentioning to write it at the board.
- Uh, uh. Only daddy gets to do it. - House stopped him with his cane, writing her symptoms so far, Foreman getting back to his chair while shaking his head.
- She also complains about nausea. - Thirteen commented, running her eyes trough her file. - But again, she’s pregnant, it’s hardly a symptom.
- She also complains about loss of appetite. And that’s a symptom. I mean, she’s pregnant; she should want to eat a thousand things. - Cameron replied, longing her eyes on Remy a little more than usual.
- And chills, but it could be only because of the whether, it’s freezing - Taub complemented.
- So what causes dry cough, fever, spleen enlargement, abdominal pain, chills and loss of appetite? - House finished writing on the board, turning to face his team.
- Could be Splenomegaly. She’d hardly have some kind of appetite if her spleen was provoking an abnormal breakdown of red blood cells. - Foreman said, looking for some support in the other doctors.
- Or congenital asplenia. Even though she didn’t mention having it, she could have gotten sick while gestation. - Taub said, crossing his arms.
- Abdominal abscess would explain all the symptoms, and while her spleen could be damaged, she’d naturally have lack of appetite. - Remy concluded, trying to avoid the eye-contact Foreman was trying to have since the differential began.
- Or Cameron’s nurses screwed up and gave a wrong dose of Nimesulide, which could lead to hepatic toxicity, ruining its capacity of filtering and the spleen would absorb every impurity. - Their boss said, matter-of-factly. - You, you - he pointed to Remy and Allison, - Run blood tests, you and you - He pointed to Kutner and Taub -Get her medical history. And you -He nudged at Foreman. - Go check on the fetus.
The ladies left the room, heading for the elevator.
- It’s good to be back, sometimes. - Cameron said with a smile. “A day with Thirteen, should be interesting.”, she thought.
- Come as you please. - The other woman said simply, trying to be nice.