1.

She clicks the print button, and scans the readout.

Huntington’s. Negative.

She wakes up.

2.

Her mother’s still alive. She was never sick, and Huntington’s doesn’t exist. There’s no chorea, no dementia, no wasting away in a hospital bed until the monitor issues a long beep.

Everything is just a bad dream, she’s still happy, and her mom-God ( Read more... )

“…So in conclusion, duckies, never assume that a patient lies if there is no significant evidence.”

He glances at their expressions, and is a little disappointed at their reactions. Kutner looks confused, but confusion isn’t exactly a rare look on him. Foreman looks annoyed, but again, annoyance is frequent. Briefly he considers a hypocrisy ( Read more... )

Soooo....
I am, truly, the master of procrastination.
This is how it went.
I hated doing essays, so I studied for Chemistry instead. Then Chemistry got a little boring, so voila! Out comes the House fic idea.
And then, of course, writer's block/desperate need to kick my brother in the arse took over, so I spent the rest of the weekend watching Season 4 ( Read more... )