“Late,” House Комментарии as Foreman walks into the room. “Your car break down again?” He asks, winking. Taub and Kutner didn’t understand the joke, but Foreman just sneered at him in reply.
“Do we have a patient?” Foreman asked, turning around to Taub and Kutner. They handed him the folder, as he began to read it over.
”Foreman, what’s missing here?” House asked in an extremely condescending tone, while gesturing around the room. Foreman sneered again, before answering:
“The stick that’s normally shoved up your ass. Oh, wait a minute, turn around, there it is!” he said. Kutner snorted at the joke, while Taub just shook his head slightly.
“Well, Ты know how I hate change. I’m talking about the prettiest member of our team, Thirteen,” House turned around to face Kutner. “Although, Ты were a close second, Kutner. It doesn’t interest Ты why she’s not here?”
“I guess it’s kind of annoying that she’s late, but that’s all,” Foreman said. “I can guess Ты guys have already considered Huntington’s?”
“Patient can wait,” House interrupted, snatching the folder away. “You’re eyes are red. Ты walked in strangely.” House slammed his can into the table. While Taub and Kutner simply jumped, Foreman covered his ears and made a strange squeaking sound from the back of his throat. “Extreme reaction to loud noises. Ты also…” House stepped up very close to Foreman and looked straight at him. “Are wearing cheap makeup.” That one probed a reaction from the other fellows.
“Seriously?” “Why” They said. Foreman just glared at them, but they didn’t seem to shrink in the same way they did under House’s stare.
“Why?” Kutner probed.
“Yeah, why?” House said, leaning forward. “It’s on your neck. I’m guessing it’s to cover a bruise of sorts. Ты know why Thirteen is late, don’t you?”
“Huntington’s,” Thirteen сказал(-а) as she walked into the room. She saw House raise an eyebrow at her, and she continued her explanation. “I’m talking about the patient, I saw the whiteboard through the window.”
“Your makeup looks weird,” House said, pointing a finger at Thirteen. “Normally, Ты hardly wear any, but today, you’re wearing a bit of cheap, drugstore stuff. On your neck.”
“You slept with him?” Kutner asked, astounded.
“Doubt they even remember what they did last night.” Taub said, snickering a bit.
“The two of Ты who were sober last night, go talk to the patient and his family. Clinic for Foreman. And Thirteen, lay off the caffeine. You’re shaking еще than normal.” House сказал(-а) over his shoulder while walking into his office. He walked off onto the balcony, and into Wilson’s office, choosing to ignore the crying patient on his friend’s couch.
“Need to talk to you,” House said, sticking his head into the room.
“Get out,” Wilson said, not the least bit fazed.
“Important doctor stuff,” He insisted.
“Get out!” Wilson said, turning his head towards House this time.
“C’mon, it’s really juicy gossip!” House said, winking at him.
“Well, if Ты had сказал(-а) that in the first place…Get out House,” Wilson said, “Now.”
“Thirteen and Foreman slept together.” He told him smugly, before turning around and leaving. Wilson could only sigh and apologize to the stunned patient.
--
Kutner, Foreman, and Taub walked along, silently. Kutner was the first to talk.
“How was she?” He asked, smiling a bit towards Foreman.
“I have absolutely no idea. Taub was right, I have no memory of last night,” Foreman said, before turning to walk down the flight of stairs to the clinic. “And guys, try to focus on the patient.” He had lied to them. He actually did remember parts of the Назад night, but none that he would share. Relationships were not his strong suit, so he knew that he should just forget about their one night stand. Yet he couldn’t help but find himself being attracted to Thirteen. She was obviously beautiful, and he liked the confident manner she exhibited. In a way, she actually reminded him of himself. They were both…detached.
But he knew that it shouldn’t have happened, and it would be a bad idea to make it happen again.
--
Thirteen sighed as she took her patient’s blood 3 hours later, his seven-year-old daughter standing close to her, holding her Dad’s hand.
“Doesn’t it hurt Daddy?” she asked, mesmerized by the red liquid filling up the vial.
“I’m fine sweetie. I can hardly even feel it.” He said, trying to put on a Храбрая сердцем face for his daughter, but he was slowly faltering.
“And, that’s it,” Thirteen сказал(-а) as she pulled out the needle. “We’re going to test the blood for something called Progressive Supranuclear Palsy, which is much like Huntington’s, what my colleagues tested for earlier.” The patient nodded, trying to smile at his daughter, Isabelle.
“Dad, I’m hungry,” She insisted, looking over at her mother sleeping in a chair.
“Don’t wake your mom up, she must be exhausted,” he told Isabelle. “Can Ты wait a little bit?” The girl looked down and nodded.
“I can take her down to the cafeteria, if Ты want,” Thirteen offered, pulling off her gloves. The daughter smiled, and her father looked relieved.
“My wallet is…” He started, looking around the room, but Thirteen held a hand up.
“Please, it’s my pleasure,” She stood up and slipped the vial of blood into her пальто pocket. “Come on Isabelle.”
They walked together, the girl talking of her parents, and a birthday party they were planning for her. She fell silent after a while, picking at her сэндвич, бутерброд and fries.
“You want my pudding?” Thirteen offered, holding up the Шоколад container. Isabelle smiled and nodded, opening it and slurping happily. When she finished, they through away the leftovers and made their way back. The little girl stopped outside her father’s room, looking at Dr. Foreman talking to him.
“You okay?” Thirteen asked, leaning down to look face to face at her.
“Do Ты think my Daddy’s going to die?” Isabelle asked, biting her lip as her eyes filled with tears.
“We’ll do everything we can to make your Daddy better, okay?” Thirteen told her, and gave Isabelle a tissue from her pocket. Thirteen looked back into the patient’s room, as the little girl dried her eyes.
It took the team two еще days to diagnose a fatal and incurable Prion disease in the patient. During the time, neither Foreman nor Thirteen even thought of their lack of contraceptive.
*I didn't write this. But the fanfic was on a weird page for a link. Plus it looks better and is easier to read as an article, IMO.*
“Do we have a patient?” Foreman asked, turning around to Taub and Kutner. They handed him the folder, as he began to read it over.
”Foreman, what’s missing here?” House asked in an extremely condescending tone, while gesturing around the room. Foreman sneered again, before answering:
“The stick that’s normally shoved up your ass. Oh, wait a minute, turn around, there it is!” he said. Kutner snorted at the joke, while Taub just shook his head slightly.
“Well, Ты know how I hate change. I’m talking about the prettiest member of our team, Thirteen,” House turned around to face Kutner. “Although, Ты were a close second, Kutner. It doesn’t interest Ты why she’s not here?”
“I guess it’s kind of annoying that she’s late, but that’s all,” Foreman said. “I can guess Ты guys have already considered Huntington’s?”
“Patient can wait,” House interrupted, snatching the folder away. “You’re eyes are red. Ты walked in strangely.” House slammed his can into the table. While Taub and Kutner simply jumped, Foreman covered his ears and made a strange squeaking sound from the back of his throat. “Extreme reaction to loud noises. Ты also…” House stepped up very close to Foreman and looked straight at him. “Are wearing cheap makeup.” That one probed a reaction from the other fellows.
“Seriously?” “Why” They said. Foreman just glared at them, but they didn’t seem to shrink in the same way they did under House’s stare.
“Why?” Kutner probed.
“Yeah, why?” House said, leaning forward. “It’s on your neck. I’m guessing it’s to cover a bruise of sorts. Ты know why Thirteen is late, don’t you?”
“Huntington’s,” Thirteen сказал(-а) as she walked into the room. She saw House raise an eyebrow at her, and she continued her explanation. “I’m talking about the patient, I saw the whiteboard through the window.”
“Your makeup looks weird,” House said, pointing a finger at Thirteen. “Normally, Ты hardly wear any, but today, you’re wearing a bit of cheap, drugstore stuff. On your neck.”
“You slept with him?” Kutner asked, astounded.
“Doubt they even remember what they did last night.” Taub said, snickering a bit.
“The two of Ты who were sober last night, go talk to the patient and his family. Clinic for Foreman. And Thirteen, lay off the caffeine. You’re shaking еще than normal.” House сказал(-а) over his shoulder while walking into his office. He walked off onto the balcony, and into Wilson’s office, choosing to ignore the crying patient on his friend’s couch.
“Need to talk to you,” House said, sticking his head into the room.
“Get out,” Wilson said, not the least bit fazed.
“Important doctor stuff,” He insisted.
“Get out!” Wilson said, turning his head towards House this time.
“C’mon, it’s really juicy gossip!” House said, winking at him.
“Well, if Ты had сказал(-а) that in the first place…Get out House,” Wilson said, “Now.”
“Thirteen and Foreman slept together.” He told him smugly, before turning around and leaving. Wilson could only sigh and apologize to the stunned patient.
--
Kutner, Foreman, and Taub walked along, silently. Kutner was the first to talk.
“How was she?” He asked, smiling a bit towards Foreman.
“I have absolutely no idea. Taub was right, I have no memory of last night,” Foreman said, before turning to walk down the flight of stairs to the clinic. “And guys, try to focus on the patient.” He had lied to them. He actually did remember parts of the Назад night, but none that he would share. Relationships were not his strong suit, so he knew that he should just forget about their one night stand. Yet he couldn’t help but find himself being attracted to Thirteen. She was obviously beautiful, and he liked the confident manner she exhibited. In a way, she actually reminded him of himself. They were both…detached.
But he knew that it shouldn’t have happened, and it would be a bad idea to make it happen again.
--
Thirteen sighed as she took her patient’s blood 3 hours later, his seven-year-old daughter standing close to her, holding her Dad’s hand.
“Doesn’t it hurt Daddy?” she asked, mesmerized by the red liquid filling up the vial.
“I’m fine sweetie. I can hardly even feel it.” He said, trying to put on a Храбрая сердцем face for his daughter, but he was slowly faltering.
“And, that’s it,” Thirteen сказал(-а) as she pulled out the needle. “We’re going to test the blood for something called Progressive Supranuclear Palsy, which is much like Huntington’s, what my colleagues tested for earlier.” The patient nodded, trying to smile at his daughter, Isabelle.
“Dad, I’m hungry,” She insisted, looking over at her mother sleeping in a chair.
“Don’t wake your mom up, she must be exhausted,” he told Isabelle. “Can Ты wait a little bit?” The girl looked down and nodded.
“I can take her down to the cafeteria, if Ты want,” Thirteen offered, pulling off her gloves. The daughter smiled, and her father looked relieved.
“My wallet is…” He started, looking around the room, but Thirteen held a hand up.
“Please, it’s my pleasure,” She stood up and slipped the vial of blood into her пальто pocket. “Come on Isabelle.”
They walked together, the girl talking of her parents, and a birthday party they were planning for her. She fell silent after a while, picking at her сэндвич, бутерброд and fries.
“You want my pudding?” Thirteen offered, holding up the Шоколад container. Isabelle smiled and nodded, opening it and slurping happily. When she finished, they through away the leftovers and made their way back. The little girl stopped outside her father’s room, looking at Dr. Foreman talking to him.
“You okay?” Thirteen asked, leaning down to look face to face at her.
“Do Ты think my Daddy’s going to die?” Isabelle asked, biting her lip as her eyes filled with tears.
“We’ll do everything we can to make your Daddy better, okay?” Thirteen told her, and gave Isabelle a tissue from her pocket. Thirteen looked back into the patient’s room, as the little girl dried her eyes.
It took the team two еще days to diagnose a fatal and incurable Prion disease in the patient. During the time, neither Foreman nor Thirteen even thought of their lack of contraceptive.
*I didn't write this. But the fanfic was on a weird page for a link. Plus it looks better and is easier to read as an article, IMO.*
