RUBIK'S REVENGE - Chapter Four
Title: Rubik's Revenge
Pairing: House/Cameron
Rating: M (in subsequent chapters)
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
A/N.:: This is set sometime during season 4 (a few months after 'Games').
Summary: When Cameron falls sick and becomes one of his patients, House has a hard time figuring out what’s wrong with her. Will he be able to save her before the time runs out? And will he finally start facing his feelings for her?
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A NEW ZEBRA (2)
In the meantime, House’s three remaining ducklings were - more or less productively - trying to pass their time in the conference room. Since they had already solved their current case the day before and their boss seemed to be even later than usual, there was absolutely nothing substantial left to do. Foreman decided to use the time to bring the charts of their latest patients up to date, while Taub buried his nose in the newest issue of a medical magazine. Kutner however, was absorbed in one of his beloved Sudoku puzzles which was obviously too tricky for him considering the fact that he was constantly cursing under his breath, frantically crossing out the just scribbled numbers.
The latter, who had started to rock his chair backwards and forwards, nearly tumbled over and the others looked up wonderingly when the door flew suddenly open, hitting the contiguous glass wall with a loud bang, and their gruff and usually indolent boss stormed into the room with an oddly troubled look on his face.
Not deigning to look at his astonished fellows, House tossed three copies of a file onto the table between them and made a beeline for the whiteboard, immediately getting down to business.
“32 year-old female presenting with muscle weakness, fatigue, tachycardia, weight loss…” he enumerated the symptoms, quickly jotting them down.
While Kutner was still busy trying to figure out his boss’ odd behavior - the lack of a sarcastic greeting and the absence of any form of concealed insult, which House invariably favored to throw his way, had really thrown him off - Foreman was eager to find out why this case seemed to have raised House’s interest in such an encompassing way.
He quickly grabbed one of the files and started skimming through it when he suddenly stumbled upon the patient’s name.
“Cameron?” the neurologist asked incredulously, causing House to pause his writing mid-word and his colleagues to look inquiringly from one to the other.
“The patient is Cameron?” Foreman questioned again, pressing for information.
House, still with his back to the others, remained stiff as a poker, letting out a shaky breath. A few seconds lapsed away silently before he finally answered, scarcely audible.
“Ya.”
“What happened?” Foreman inquired worriedly, House’s strangely withdrawn demeanor further fueling his concern.
“She passed out during her shift in the ER.” House replied meekly over his shoulder, still doing his best to avoid eye contact.
“Did something trigger the syncope?”
“No. But she seemed unwell and exhausted before it happened. And when she came to afterwards she’d lost sensation in her legs.”
“How do you know that nothing occurred beforehand?” Taub piped up.
“I was there when it happened.”
“Why were you…?” Foreman wondered but House cut him off, furiously spinning around.
“Could we stop playing 20 questions and start finding out what’s wrong with our patient?”
“Sure.” all three doctors answered feebly in unison.
“Great!” House grumbled, turning his attention back to the whiteboard and adding syncope, hypotension, and dizziness to the symptoms.
“Okay guys,” he initiated, addressing his fellows. “…any ideas?”
“Could be an infection.” Kutner was the first to offer.
“No fever.”
“Maybe Diabetes.” Foreman suggested thoughtfully. “Explains the muscle weakness, rapid pulse, dizziness, fatigue and weight loss.”
“Maybe.” House replied, taking it into consideration. “What else?”
“What about toxins?" Taub interjected, finally participating in the discussion.
“Hit me.”
“Could be lead intoxication.” the plastic surgeon continued.
“Possible.”
“Mercury.” Kutner offered.
“Or an organophosphate poisoning.” Foreman added.
“Okay!” House exclaimed finally. “Taub, do a CBC and an FBS test to rule out Diabetes! Kutner, run a tox screen! Foreman, get the patient history! And don’t forget to fill in all the black holes.”
The three younger doctors didn’t need to be told twice and quickly toddled off, Foreman shooting him a disapproving look on his way out. House waited a few seconds until they were out of sight before turning back to the whiteboard, the factitious mask of his usual sarcasm quickly vanishing, superseded by a look of utter concern. Propping himself against the board and gloomily hanging his head, he squeezed his eyes shut, unable to stop himself from mulling the events over and over in his head and hoping against the uneasy feeling in his gut, which was telling him otherwise, that everything would turn out okay.
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Pairing: House/Cameron
Rating: M (in subsequent chapters)
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
A/N.:: This is set sometime during season 4 (a few months after 'Games').
Summary: When Cameron falls sick and becomes one of his patients, House has a hard time figuring out what’s wrong with her. Will he be able to save her before the time runs out? And will he finally start facing his feelings for her?
Beta-ed by:
mute_mime
A NEW ZEBRA (2)
In the meantime, House’s three remaining ducklings were - more or less productively - trying to pass their time in the conference room. Since they had already solved their current case the day before and their boss seemed to be even later than usual, there was absolutely nothing substantial left to do. Foreman decided to use the time to bring the charts of their latest patients up to date, while Taub buried his nose in the newest issue of a medical magazine. Kutner however, was absorbed in one of his beloved Sudoku puzzles which was obviously too tricky for him considering the fact that he was constantly cursing under his breath, frantically crossing out the just scribbled numbers.
The latter, who had started to rock his chair backwards and forwards, nearly tumbled over and the others looked up wonderingly when the door flew suddenly open, hitting the contiguous glass wall with a loud bang, and their gruff and usually indolent boss stormed into the room with an oddly troubled look on his face.
Not deigning to look at his astonished fellows, House tossed three copies of a file onto the table between them and made a beeline for the whiteboard, immediately getting down to business.
“32 year-old female presenting with muscle weakness, fatigue, tachycardia, weight loss…” he enumerated the symptoms, quickly jotting them down.
While Kutner was still busy trying to figure out his boss’ odd behavior - the lack of a sarcastic greeting and the absence of any form of concealed insult, which House invariably favored to throw his way, had really thrown him off - Foreman was eager to find out why this case seemed to have raised House’s interest in such an encompassing way.
He quickly grabbed one of the files and started skimming through it when he suddenly stumbled upon the patient’s name.
“Cameron?” the neurologist asked incredulously, causing House to pause his writing mid-word and his colleagues to look inquiringly from one to the other.
“The patient is Cameron?” Foreman questioned again, pressing for information.
House, still with his back to the others, remained stiff as a poker, letting out a shaky breath. A few seconds lapsed away silently before he finally answered, scarcely audible.
“Ya.”
“What happened?” Foreman inquired worriedly, House’s strangely withdrawn demeanor further fueling his concern.
“She passed out during her shift in the ER.” House replied meekly over his shoulder, still doing his best to avoid eye contact.
“Did something trigger the syncope?”
“No. But she seemed unwell and exhausted before it happened. And when she came to afterwards she’d lost sensation in her legs.”
“How do you know that nothing occurred beforehand?” Taub piped up.
“I was there when it happened.”
“Why were you…?” Foreman wondered but House cut him off, furiously spinning around.
“Could we stop playing 20 questions and start finding out what’s wrong with our patient?”
“Sure.” all three doctors answered feebly in unison.
“Great!” House grumbled, turning his attention back to the whiteboard and adding syncope, hypotension, and dizziness to the symptoms.
“Okay guys,” he initiated, addressing his fellows. “…any ideas?”
“Could be an infection.” Kutner was the first to offer.
“No fever.”
“Maybe Diabetes.” Foreman suggested thoughtfully. “Explains the muscle weakness, rapid pulse, dizziness, fatigue and weight loss.”
“Maybe.” House replied, taking it into consideration. “What else?”
“What about toxins?" Taub interjected, finally participating in the discussion.
“Hit me.”
“Could be lead intoxication.” the plastic surgeon continued.
“Possible.”
“Mercury.” Kutner offered.
“Or an organophosphate poisoning.” Foreman added.
“Okay!” House exclaimed finally. “Taub, do a CBC and an FBS test to rule out Diabetes! Kutner, run a tox screen! Foreman, get the patient history! And don’t forget to fill in all the black holes.”
The three younger doctors didn’t need to be told twice and quickly toddled off, Foreman shooting him a disapproving look on his way out. House waited a few seconds until they were out of sight before turning back to the whiteboard, the factitious mask of his usual sarcasm quickly vanishing, superseded by a look of utter concern. Propping himself against the board and gloomily hanging his head, he squeezed his eyes shut, unable to stop himself from mulling the events over and over in his head and hoping against the uneasy feeling in his gut, which was telling him otherwise, that everything would turn out okay.
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