Chapter 7
Bo
“Why did you fire her the second time?” I asked.
“I only had enough room for three on my team and she was the fourth,” House answered.
“No, that was the first time,” I replied. “I want to know about the second time.”
“How do you know about the first time but not the second?” House asked.
“Is that your question?” I asked, raising her eyebrows.
“I needed her to spend time with the patient. You mother says it was to see if she could still form a connection. Really I just needed the patient to trust her so she would consent to whatever we wanted,” House answered.
“That was the girl who had a seizure right?” I asked. “I remember her, and then Mom came home all upset because she used her to get to you. Okay, your turn.”
“How often does your mom bring someone home?” House asked.
“It’s been getting more and more often,” I admitted. “Ever since that one girl, Amber, died. It’s probably up to like, three, four times a week. I mostly just stay in my room. Why was my mom so upset after she died?”
“It reminded her of her?” House answered. “It hit too close to home, the whole young doctor dying thing. Why were you born?”
“I was an accident. That’s all I know,” I answered, because it was true. My mom wouldn’t tell me anything about the circumstances. “Why would it remind her of her?”
House looked at me for a long time.
“It’s rude to stare,” I pointed out.
“That’s why I do it,” House replied. “Do you seriously not know?”
“Not know about what?” I asked.
“About your mother, about you grandmother,” House said. “Do you know what your grandmother died of?” I shook my head. “This is better than I thought,” House muttered.
Just then the door burst opened.
“Bo, what did I just tell you,” Mom cried. “Don’t go in the clinic, and here you are.” Then she saw House and she went pale.
“What did you tell her?” she asked when she thought I was out of earshot.
“Don’t worry. I didn’t tell her you were dying…yet,” House said.
That’s when things went dark.
Bo
“Why did you fire her the second time?” I asked.
“I only had enough room for three on my team and she was the fourth,” House answered.
“No, that was the first time,” I replied. “I want to know about the second time.”
“How do you know about the first time but not the second?” House asked.
“Is that your question?” I asked, raising her eyebrows.
“I needed her to spend time with the patient. You mother says it was to see if she could still form a connection. Really I just needed the patient to trust her so she would consent to whatever we wanted,” House answered.
“That was the girl who had a seizure right?” I asked. “I remember her, and then Mom came home all upset because she used her to get to you. Okay, your turn.”
“How often does your mom bring someone home?” House asked.
“It’s been getting more and more often,” I admitted. “Ever since that one girl, Amber, died. It’s probably up to like, three, four times a week. I mostly just stay in my room. Why was my mom so upset after she died?”
“It reminded her of her?” House answered. “It hit too close to home, the whole young doctor dying thing. Why were you born?”
“I was an accident. That’s all I know,” I answered, because it was true. My mom wouldn’t tell me anything about the circumstances. “Why would it remind her of her?”
House looked at me for a long time.
“It’s rude to stare,” I pointed out.
“That’s why I do it,” House replied. “Do you seriously not know?”
“Not know about what?” I asked.
“About your mother, about you grandmother,” House said. “Do you know what your grandmother died of?” I shook my head. “This is better than I thought,” House muttered.
Just then the door burst opened.
“Bo, what did I just tell you,” Mom cried. “Don’t go in the clinic, and here you are.” Then she saw House and she went pale.
“What did you tell her?” she asked when she thought I was out of earshot.
“Don’t worry. I didn’t tell her you were dying…yet,” House said.
That’s when things went dark.
Juan Francisco. 1780's look that House might have decided to wear..
