Post by steph on Jun 19, 2007 4:12:02 GMT -5
A/N: This is the first part of how I would like to see season 4
Series: Steph's Season 4
Title: Help Wanted
Rating: PG
Disclaimer:I do no own House MD
Summary: The ducklings are gone, House is left alone to solve a case that becomes trickier than what he expected.
Chapter 1
“House !”
He ignored the call, not interested by what Dr. Cuddy might have to say to him, he kept on going only a couple more steps and he was out the door. He knew, by the rapid sound of her heels clicking, that he would never make the escape in time, so he spun around nearly causing her to run into him.
“Dr. Cuddy …,” he said. “How’s your fever ?”
“What fever ? I don’t have a fever.”
“Oh … With the amount of buttons that are undone from your shirt I thought you were very hot.”
“Clever …” she said. “I have a case for you.”
“I have no team. No team. No differential diagnosis. No case,” he clarified.
“It’s your own fault you have no team !”she stated.
“It’s not my fault that no one is replying to that ‘help wanted ad’,” he said.
“ I am not paying you to sit on your ass all day.”
“But isn’t that what you do ? Sit on that oversized ass of yours all day wrong and pretend to push papers. No wonder sitting on something like that must be really comfy,” he said.
“Caucasian male 26, complains about a sore throat, fever, lethargy and a cough,” she said not giving into his game.
“He has a cold. Boring.”
“Take a look at him. Exam room 1. Oh, and try and not offend him, he’s the son of a very important donator. So whatever you do, don’t be yourself,” she said.
“So I have to baby-sit a daddy’s boy just so can get money to …”
“Make up for your lack of profit,” she cut him, before turning on her heels and happily clicking off to her office.
He grumbled. He hated meeting with patients, especially boring ones. That’s what he missed the most about having a team, no one to do all the boring stuff.
He slowly dragged himself to the clinic picked up the file and headed into exam room 1.
He opened the door and found the room empty, nobody was patiently waiting for him on the table. He rolled his eyes, Cuddy must really be loosing it, he thought. He was about to leave when something caught the corner of his eye, a shoe.
His patient was lying on the ground; he was severely shaking and appeared to be unconscious. House popped his head through the exam room door and shouted towards the nurse “Get off your ass; I need some help in here.”
He rested his cane against the wall, limped over to the patient and kneeled on his good leg to get a better look at the young man and be able to examine him.
He put his hand on the patient’s forehead, he was burning, his fever was well over 100F, and they had to cool him down.
“Nurse! Ice packs and cooling blankets ! Come on, hurry up before all his neurones are boiled !” he said as he stood up grabbed his cane and marched out of the clinic.
“Boring cold, huh ?” Lisa Cuddy asked as she stood in his office, he hadn’t heard her come in, he was sitting in his desk chair and it was facing the other way.
“Everybody lies … So do symptoms,” he replied.
“Any idea what’s wrong with him ?”
“Not the faintest.”
Just at that moment she saw his whiteboard through the glass wall in the next room, it displayed the symptoms :
SORE THROAT
COUGH
LETHARGY
FEVER
She smiled, his famous board, all his genius ideas were born thanks to it.
“All right then I’ll leave you to it,” she sighed and left the room.
House stayed in his chair his eyes looking at nothing, lost in space, his mind was racing, searching through all his knowledge what could possibly be wrong with the young man.
Night had covered the sky over Princeton Plainsboro Hospital, when Dr. James Wilson decided to call it a night. He carefully switched the light off in his office and headed towards to elevators.
The light was on in House’s office. So House-like, he thought, he left so d**n early he didn’t even notice the light was on. As a nature and environment lover Wilson lay his briefcase against the wall and walk over to the head of diagnosis office with the intention on simply switching the light off.
He nearly had a heart attack when he realized that House hadn’t only forgot to switch the light off, he had also forgot to go home.
“It’s 9pm, isn’t it way past your bed time House ?” he asked.
“Hard case,” House stated.
“You’ve actually got a case ? I thought that your ‘I’m firing all my team’ sprint was to get out of getting cases,” Wilson said sarcastically.
“Technically I only fired the one, the others fled,” he said. “And yeah, I do have a case, a bizarre one.”
“What are the symptoms ?”
House nodded in direction of the whiteboard in the next room.
“Sore throat, cough, lethargy, fever … I get it. It’s a fake case, so Cuddy doesn’t come here nagging you.”
“And yet again you are wrong Jimmy. This isn’t a ‘fake’ case. As a matter of fact it was the queen bee herself who assigned me to it.”
“But it’s a cold !” Wilson claimed rather loudly.
“No it isn’t.”
“Whatever you say House,” Wilson put his left hand on his left hip and gave House a look of disbelief.
“The guy’s in his twenties and he out cold, he’s been out cold since this afternoon, if it was just a cold, he would still be able to stand up,” House said seriously.
“Oh, and have you got an idea about what’s wrong with him ?”
“Not really no,” he sighed his eyes staring at the empty room that had been home to his diagnostic team.
“You miss them,” Wilson said in nearly a whisper when he realized that his friend was gazing at the empty room.
“Wrong again. I miss having a team, I don’t miss them,” he clarified.
“Yeah right,” Wilson said in a tone that oozed irony as he turned his back to House and started heading to the door.
“Teams are essential -- it allows you to blame someone else when you screw up.”
Wilson rolled his eyes and said “Goodnight House.”
House was still raking ideas and hunches out of his brain when his beeper went off at 11:30 pm.
-- EMERGENCY- PATIENT JOHNSON --.
Johnson, he thought, that’s my case. He grabbed a hold of his cane and hobbled off to his patient room.
When he stepped out on the patient’s room’s floor he was greeted by screaming, he soon realized that it was from Martin Johnson’s room. He stepped inside “What’s happening ?” he demanded.
“Woke up all of a sudden and started screaming, for no good reason, so I paged you,” the nurse answered.
“So he’s screaming and it didn’t cross your mind that he might be in pain ? Did you even attend Nurse School ?” he said sarcastically. He walked over to the bed and asked loudly “Where does it hurt ?”
“My thighs, my arms, my calves, all my muscles,” the young man winced.
“Give him Morphine,” he ordered, at that exact moment the nurse that had been helping him collapsed to the floor and started furiously trembling. For the second time that day, House called for help in the corridor.
TO BE CONTINUED
R&R (any constructive critic is welcome !!!)
Series: Steph's Season 4
Title: Help Wanted
Rating: PG
Disclaimer:I do no own House MD
Summary: The ducklings are gone, House is left alone to solve a case that becomes trickier than what he expected.
Chapter 1
“House !”
He ignored the call, not interested by what Dr. Cuddy might have to say to him, he kept on going only a couple more steps and he was out the door. He knew, by the rapid sound of her heels clicking, that he would never make the escape in time, so he spun around nearly causing her to run into him.
“Dr. Cuddy …,” he said. “How’s your fever ?”
“What fever ? I don’t have a fever.”
“Oh … With the amount of buttons that are undone from your shirt I thought you were very hot.”
“Clever …” she said. “I have a case for you.”
“I have no team. No team. No differential diagnosis. No case,” he clarified.
“It’s your own fault you have no team !”she stated.
“It’s not my fault that no one is replying to that ‘help wanted ad’,” he said.
“ I am not paying you to sit on your ass all day.”
“But isn’t that what you do ? Sit on that oversized ass of yours all day wrong and pretend to push papers. No wonder sitting on something like that must be really comfy,” he said.
“Caucasian male 26, complains about a sore throat, fever, lethargy and a cough,” she said not giving into his game.
“He has a cold. Boring.”
“Take a look at him. Exam room 1. Oh, and try and not offend him, he’s the son of a very important donator. So whatever you do, don’t be yourself,” she said.
“So I have to baby-sit a daddy’s boy just so can get money to …”
“Make up for your lack of profit,” she cut him, before turning on her heels and happily clicking off to her office.
He grumbled. He hated meeting with patients, especially boring ones. That’s what he missed the most about having a team, no one to do all the boring stuff.
He slowly dragged himself to the clinic picked up the file and headed into exam room 1.
He opened the door and found the room empty, nobody was patiently waiting for him on the table. He rolled his eyes, Cuddy must really be loosing it, he thought. He was about to leave when something caught the corner of his eye, a shoe.
His patient was lying on the ground; he was severely shaking and appeared to be unconscious. House popped his head through the exam room door and shouted towards the nurse “Get off your ass; I need some help in here.”
He rested his cane against the wall, limped over to the patient and kneeled on his good leg to get a better look at the young man and be able to examine him.
He put his hand on the patient’s forehead, he was burning, his fever was well over 100F, and they had to cool him down.
“Nurse! Ice packs and cooling blankets ! Come on, hurry up before all his neurones are boiled !” he said as he stood up grabbed his cane and marched out of the clinic.
***************************************************************************
“Boring cold, huh ?” Lisa Cuddy asked as she stood in his office, he hadn’t heard her come in, he was sitting in his desk chair and it was facing the other way.
“Everybody lies … So do symptoms,” he replied.
“Any idea what’s wrong with him ?”
“Not the faintest.”
Just at that moment she saw his whiteboard through the glass wall in the next room, it displayed the symptoms :
SORE THROAT
COUGH
LETHARGY
FEVER
She smiled, his famous board, all his genius ideas were born thanks to it.
“All right then I’ll leave you to it,” she sighed and left the room.
House stayed in his chair his eyes looking at nothing, lost in space, his mind was racing, searching through all his knowledge what could possibly be wrong with the young man.
Night had covered the sky over Princeton Plainsboro Hospital, when Dr. James Wilson decided to call it a night. He carefully switched the light off in his office and headed towards to elevators.
The light was on in House’s office. So House-like, he thought, he left so d**n early he didn’t even notice the light was on. As a nature and environment lover Wilson lay his briefcase against the wall and walk over to the head of diagnosis office with the intention on simply switching the light off.
He nearly had a heart attack when he realized that House hadn’t only forgot to switch the light off, he had also forgot to go home.
“It’s 9pm, isn’t it way past your bed time House ?” he asked.
“Hard case,” House stated.
“You’ve actually got a case ? I thought that your ‘I’m firing all my team’ sprint was to get out of getting cases,” Wilson said sarcastically.
“Technically I only fired the one, the others fled,” he said. “And yeah, I do have a case, a bizarre one.”
“What are the symptoms ?”
House nodded in direction of the whiteboard in the next room.
“Sore throat, cough, lethargy, fever … I get it. It’s a fake case, so Cuddy doesn’t come here nagging you.”
“And yet again you are wrong Jimmy. This isn’t a ‘fake’ case. As a matter of fact it was the queen bee herself who assigned me to it.”
“But it’s a cold !” Wilson claimed rather loudly.
“No it isn’t.”
“Whatever you say House,” Wilson put his left hand on his left hip and gave House a look of disbelief.
“The guy’s in his twenties and he out cold, he’s been out cold since this afternoon, if it was just a cold, he would still be able to stand up,” House said seriously.
“Oh, and have you got an idea about what’s wrong with him ?”
“Not really no,” he sighed his eyes staring at the empty room that had been home to his diagnostic team.
“You miss them,” Wilson said in nearly a whisper when he realized that his friend was gazing at the empty room.
“Wrong again. I miss having a team, I don’t miss them,” he clarified.
“Yeah right,” Wilson said in a tone that oozed irony as he turned his back to House and started heading to the door.
“Teams are essential -- it allows you to blame someone else when you screw up.”
Wilson rolled his eyes and said “Goodnight House.”
***************************************************************************
House was still raking ideas and hunches out of his brain when his beeper went off at 11:30 pm.
-- EMERGENCY- PATIENT JOHNSON --.
Johnson, he thought, that’s my case. He grabbed a hold of his cane and hobbled off to his patient room.
When he stepped out on the patient’s room’s floor he was greeted by screaming, he soon realized that it was from Martin Johnson’s room. He stepped inside “What’s happening ?” he demanded.
“Woke up all of a sudden and started screaming, for no good reason, so I paged you,” the nurse answered.
“So he’s screaming and it didn’t cross your mind that he might be in pain ? Did you even attend Nurse School ?” he said sarcastically. He walked over to the bed and asked loudly “Where does it hurt ?”
“My thighs, my arms, my calves, all my muscles,” the young man winced.
“Give him Morphine,” he ordered, at that exact moment the nurse that had been helping him collapsed to the floor and started furiously trembling. For the second time that day, House called for help in the corridor.
TO BE CONTINUED
R&R (any constructive critic is welcome !!!)