I know, I know... It's been too long since I posted chapter 3, but I've been really busy shopping and prepping for my holiday in Greece!
I'm supposed to leave in 5 hours, so I'd say you are lucky that I found some time to post this :P :D
I hope you have a great time, and I'm really sorry that I probably won't be here once we hit 999 D:
But, I'm pretty sure that you are gonna make that moment memorable!
(please someone take a screencap of it! D: )
Anyway.. Enjoy :)
There's more, and even more to come :P ;)
I promise!
See you in 20 days! :D
p.s. If someone didn't read chapter 3, here it is: link
“I'm fine” Hugh tried to say as convincingly as he he could. After all, that was what House would do. Deny that anything was wrong. Though, he had to admit, his head did hurt. But it couldn't compete with the pain that was radiating through his leg. He also adapted an American accent shortly after what happened in the bathroom with Cuddy , reminding himself that he was now House.
“No, you're not fine, you have a cut on your head, you hurt your scalp. And maybe something more, seeing that you have some sort of amnesia” Wilson looked up from what he thought was his best friend's head. He'd been stitching the cut for the previous 20 minutes and Hugh had no idea if he was going to be done any time soon. What he thought would House say, quickly left his mouth.
“And you had to tell him about that, didn't you?” Hugh swerved his head to his left and was met by Cuddy's half guilty look. “Now, he's going to make me get an MRI”
“God knows you need more” Cuddy muttered under her breath, which Hugh was sure was in fact, meant to be heard.
“What happened?” Wilson, surprisingly, but to Hug's relief, asked Cuddy. She just blew out a breath and said
“We were having lunch, we bet that if he did all his clinic duty for today he wouldn't have to have a dinner with my parents...” Cuddy's eyes rolled a bit when she seemed to remember something “Of course, he had to get in a fight with some Chinese woman that politely approached our table, and then he went to the bathroom, next thing I know I found him unconscious” she finished, the talk about the Chinese woman instantly catching Hugh's attention.
“Wait, wait, wait. Why are you bringing the Chinese woman to the table?” he rolled his eyes, praying that this approach would get him somewhere. And not let them think that he had no idea what she was talking about.
“Cause, you were just acting all crazy. She just wanted to give you a fortune cookie with our meal and you went all 'Take your superstitious crap out of here', though... you took the cookie with you to the bathroom, and yeah, I noticed” she stressed the last word, adding a bit of a glare when she did, showing him that he was busted “You probably read it, you 'Superstitious crap' guy” she giggled a bit, but her little laugh was soon replaced with a worried face as Hugh let out a small yelp.
“Sorry about that” Wilson said not too sincerily. Hugh rolled his eyes a bit at the oncologist as he instantly started thinking that this all started to make some sense. Well, as much as a wicked old Chinese lady and her fortune cookies could make sense. Now, about that fortune cookie...
“Are you done?” Hugh asked as he heard Wilson put his scissors down.
“Yeah” Wilson sighed, quickly being startled as Hugh decided it was the time to use House's signature move and walk out of the room, with his cane, saying nothing.
Cuddy just turned to Wilson, both of them worried-faced, and started
“I don't know what the hell happened in that bathroom” she approached one the cupboards that resided in the exam room they were in and took some bands out of the first drawer.
She started playing with them, a thing she usually did when she was nervous, a treat she shared with her boyfriend.
“He obviously fell.” Wilson's hand traveled to his neck as he hung his head a bit “Lisa, I know I shouldn't ask this... But, is there any chance that you haven't noticed him taking Vicodin again?” he said, his voice stretched as he didn't know how Cuddy would react.
“No, absolutely not. He wouldn't do that, James, and if he would, I would sure notice.” Cuddy said somewhat offended. She knew that there was no way House would get back on Vicodin after everything they had been through together, especially after that night that she'd told him that she'd terminated her engagement.
“Are you sure? Maybe this whole thing with you two is taking its toll on him and he just decided to get back on it” Wilson stared at Lisa, her facial expression now telling him that he had no right to say anything on that matter, or question their relationship.
Yes, they had problems, and yes, they fought and yes, most of the times they couldn't stand each other,
but they knew different. They knew that all of that only made them who they were, that all of that was their thing, something that both of them couldn't find in any other relationship. They challenged each other, they found numerous and various ways to get back at one other and at the end of the day,
it all ended on the two of them going to bed and just being thankful that there was someone out there, that excepted them for the screwed up person they really were.
And she was damn sure that House would never screw with that.
“Wilson, go be with Sam.” was Cuddy's reply to Wilson's uncalled questioning. She glanced at him with a knowing look, letting him know that what he did was unnecessary, and got out of the exam room and right into her office that was only a couple of feet away.
Hugh, back in the bathroom, was trying to find any sign of the fortune cookie Cuddy said House took with himself to the bathroom. Before he proceeded to search through the contents of the bin that was placed near by the sinks, he searched through his, House's pockets.
He found something there and when he brought his hands out of them, he was faced with a couple of rubber bands, a severely scratched iPod, some mints (gladly they weren't Vicodin which he'd first thought had been when he felt something small and ellipse-shaped in the left pocket) and some small pieces of paper with scribbled random disease names on them. None of it was what he was looking for. However, it all made him question whether somewhere in LA, perhaps even his home, was a grumpy diagnostician.
As Hugh hovered above the garbage in the bin, which, luckily wasn't much, he heard someone enter the bathroom behind him.
He ignored the person, or people, whoever it was, as he found what he'd been looking for from the moment he exited exam room 3.
“House, we have a patient, what are you doing?” Hugh heard Jes...Chase's voice from behind, but chose to ignore it for a bit longer as he reached for the little piece of paper residing amongst the broken wheat fortune cookie.
Unsurprisingly, the paper had something written on it.
“House?” he heard Foreman say and he finally turned around, deciding that he didn't want to ignore them any longer.
“Yeah, is it Lupus?” Hugh said, adapting a mock-ish voice, a comeback he figured House would use.
Foreman rolled his eyes, typically, and replied with “No and she's a stripper, so maybe you'll want to see her”
Hugh looked up from the piece of piece of paper he was holding and his eyes sparkled at the sound of the stripper, what? It was all about playing House.
“Does she have D cups?” Hugh said with a smirk and Chase just grinned a bit as Foreman, once again, rolled his eyes at his boss.
“She has vertigo and she's nauseous.” Foreman started on the patient's symptoms completely ignoring 'House's' unreasonable, but yet so usual behavior.
Hugh instantly panicked. He was supposed to play a doctor. And while he knew how House reacted and what House was thinking and how House was thinking, he had almost zero knowledge of medicine.
Luckily, he figured, the symptoms Foreman presented him with, was something anyone could diagnose, though, he wasn't sure why the stripper's file would end up on his table wit that certain and plain diagnose.
“She's pregnant, move on” Hugh headed to the door, hoping he could get away from them and find some secluded place where he could ponder what was happening to him.
“Yeah, that doesn't explain why she's puking blood.” Chase almost shouted as Hugh reached for the door handle.
Hugh hung his head and started at the piece of paper in his hand once again.
Be careful what you wish for, he read again. He would just have to sulk up and try to do whatever he could and get himself out of this situation. And boy, did he wish that he didn't end up killing a pregnant stripper in the process.
You know how much I love comments! ;)
I'm supposed to leave in 5 hours, so I'd say you are lucky that I found some time to post this :P :D
I hope you have a great time, and I'm really sorry that I probably won't be here once we hit 999 D:
But, I'm pretty sure that you are gonna make that moment memorable!
(please someone take a screencap of it! D: )
Anyway.. Enjoy :)
There's more, and even more to come :P ;)
I promise!
See you in 20 days! :D
p.s. If someone didn't read chapter 3, here it is: link
“I'm fine” Hugh tried to say as convincingly as he he could. After all, that was what House would do. Deny that anything was wrong. Though, he had to admit, his head did hurt. But it couldn't compete with the pain that was radiating through his leg. He also adapted an American accent shortly after what happened in the bathroom with Cuddy , reminding himself that he was now House.
“No, you're not fine, you have a cut on your head, you hurt your scalp. And maybe something more, seeing that you have some sort of amnesia” Wilson looked up from what he thought was his best friend's head. He'd been stitching the cut for the previous 20 minutes and Hugh had no idea if he was going to be done any time soon. What he thought would House say, quickly left his mouth.
“And you had to tell him about that, didn't you?” Hugh swerved his head to his left and was met by Cuddy's half guilty look. “Now, he's going to make me get an MRI”
“God knows you need more” Cuddy muttered under her breath, which Hugh was sure was in fact, meant to be heard.
“What happened?” Wilson, surprisingly, but to Hug's relief, asked Cuddy. She just blew out a breath and said
“We were having lunch, we bet that if he did all his clinic duty for today he wouldn't have to have a dinner with my parents...” Cuddy's eyes rolled a bit when she seemed to remember something “Of course, he had to get in a fight with some Chinese woman that politely approached our table, and then he went to the bathroom, next thing I know I found him unconscious” she finished, the talk about the Chinese woman instantly catching Hugh's attention.
“Wait, wait, wait. Why are you bringing the Chinese woman to the table?” he rolled his eyes, praying that this approach would get him somewhere. And not let them think that he had no idea what she was talking about.
“Cause, you were just acting all crazy. She just wanted to give you a fortune cookie with our meal and you went all 'Take your superstitious crap out of here', though... you took the cookie with you to the bathroom, and yeah, I noticed” she stressed the last word, adding a bit of a glare when she did, showing him that he was busted “You probably read it, you 'Superstitious crap' guy” she giggled a bit, but her little laugh was soon replaced with a worried face as Hugh let out a small yelp.
“Sorry about that” Wilson said not too sincerily. Hugh rolled his eyes a bit at the oncologist as he instantly started thinking that this all started to make some sense. Well, as much as a wicked old Chinese lady and her fortune cookies could make sense. Now, about that fortune cookie...
“Are you done?” Hugh asked as he heard Wilson put his scissors down.
“Yeah” Wilson sighed, quickly being startled as Hugh decided it was the time to use House's signature move and walk out of the room, with his cane, saying nothing.
Cuddy just turned to Wilson, both of them worried-faced, and started
“I don't know what the hell happened in that bathroom” she approached one the cupboards that resided in the exam room they were in and took some bands out of the first drawer.
She started playing with them, a thing she usually did when she was nervous, a treat she shared with her boyfriend.
“He obviously fell.” Wilson's hand traveled to his neck as he hung his head a bit “Lisa, I know I shouldn't ask this... But, is there any chance that you haven't noticed him taking Vicodin again?” he said, his voice stretched as he didn't know how Cuddy would react.
“No, absolutely not. He wouldn't do that, James, and if he would, I would sure notice.” Cuddy said somewhat offended. She knew that there was no way House would get back on Vicodin after everything they had been through together, especially after that night that she'd told him that she'd terminated her engagement.
“Are you sure? Maybe this whole thing with you two is taking its toll on him and he just decided to get back on it” Wilson stared at Lisa, her facial expression now telling him that he had no right to say anything on that matter, or question their relationship.
Yes, they had problems, and yes, they fought and yes, most of the times they couldn't stand each other,
but they knew different. They knew that all of that only made them who they were, that all of that was their thing, something that both of them couldn't find in any other relationship. They challenged each other, they found numerous and various ways to get back at one other and at the end of the day,
it all ended on the two of them going to bed and just being thankful that there was someone out there, that excepted them for the screwed up person they really were.
And she was damn sure that House would never screw with that.
“Wilson, go be with Sam.” was Cuddy's reply to Wilson's uncalled questioning. She glanced at him with a knowing look, letting him know that what he did was unnecessary, and got out of the exam room and right into her office that was only a couple of feet away.
Hugh, back in the bathroom, was trying to find any sign of the fortune cookie Cuddy said House took with himself to the bathroom. Before he proceeded to search through the contents of the bin that was placed near by the sinks, he searched through his, House's pockets.
He found something there and when he brought his hands out of them, he was faced with a couple of rubber bands, a severely scratched iPod, some mints (gladly they weren't Vicodin which he'd first thought had been when he felt something small and ellipse-shaped in the left pocket) and some small pieces of paper with scribbled random disease names on them. None of it was what he was looking for. However, it all made him question whether somewhere in LA, perhaps even his home, was a grumpy diagnostician.
As Hugh hovered above the garbage in the bin, which, luckily wasn't much, he heard someone enter the bathroom behind him.
He ignored the person, or people, whoever it was, as he found what he'd been looking for from the moment he exited exam room 3.
“House, we have a patient, what are you doing?” Hugh heard Jes...Chase's voice from behind, but chose to ignore it for a bit longer as he reached for the little piece of paper residing amongst the broken wheat fortune cookie.
Unsurprisingly, the paper had something written on it.
“House?” he heard Foreman say and he finally turned around, deciding that he didn't want to ignore them any longer.
“Yeah, is it Lupus?” Hugh said, adapting a mock-ish voice, a comeback he figured House would use.
Foreman rolled his eyes, typically, and replied with “No and she's a stripper, so maybe you'll want to see her”
Hugh looked up from the piece of piece of paper he was holding and his eyes sparkled at the sound of the stripper, what? It was all about playing House.
“Does she have D cups?” Hugh said with a smirk and Chase just grinned a bit as Foreman, once again, rolled his eyes at his boss.
“She has vertigo and she's nauseous.” Foreman started on the patient's symptoms completely ignoring 'House's' unreasonable, but yet so usual behavior.
Hugh instantly panicked. He was supposed to play a doctor. And while he knew how House reacted and what House was thinking and how House was thinking, he had almost zero knowledge of medicine.
Luckily, he figured, the symptoms Foreman presented him with, was something anyone could diagnose, though, he wasn't sure why the stripper's file would end up on his table wit that certain and plain diagnose.
“She's pregnant, move on” Hugh headed to the door, hoping he could get away from them and find some secluded place where he could ponder what was happening to him.
“Yeah, that doesn't explain why she's puking blood.” Chase almost shouted as Hugh reached for the door handle.
Hugh hung his head and started at the piece of paper in his hand once again.
Be careful what you wish for, he read again. He would just have to sulk up and try to do whatever he could and get himself out of this situation. And boy, did he wish that he didn't end up killing a pregnant stripper in the process.
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