This is the chapter. It's from Bo's point of view because if Thirteen were here to narrate, there's no way she'd let Bo do what she's about to do
Chapter 6
Bo
I finally managed to slip out when that little bald guy came in and distracted my mom. It was about time. I really wanted to meet Dr. House, but I knew my mom would never take me to him.
I asked the first person I ran into in the hall where Dr. House was. He looked Indian. He was wearing orange converses and I really liked them. He told me to check the clinic or Dr. Wilson’s office if he wasn’t in his office. I knew I wasn’t supposed to go to the clinic, but I didn’t know where Dr. Wilson’s office was, and the clinic was on the hospital directory next to the elevator, so I went there.
I sat in the clinic for a while looking for men with canes. I saw three, but they all looked in their eighties. Finally he came out of an exam room. I knew it was him because he was the only doctor not wearing a lab coat. That was something else Mom told me about him.
“Excuse me, Dr. House?” I asked.
He snapped his head in my direction, and then had to lower his eyes when he realized it wasn’t an adult talking to him. I wonder who he was expecting. Anyway, he looked annoyed at first, but then his expression changed and he just looked interested.
“Who are you?” he asked, but I could tell he was already expecting a certain answer.
“We need to talk,” I said.
“I couldn’t agree more,” House replied. “Come on, exam room one.”
“So how are you related to Thirteen?” he asked once I was sitting on the exam table. “And don’t try to lie. You’re basically her clone.”
“Who’s Thirteen?” I asked, even though I kind of had a guess. I wanted to make sure I was right.
“You know, tall, brunette, deathly ill…” House said. “Seriously, how many people do you look exactly like?”
“I think I know who you’re talking about,” I replied. “But before I answer, I want you to answer a question for me.”
House looked surprised. “Yep, you two are definitely related,” he finally said.
“Why do you call her that?” I asked. “Thirteen, it’s an unlucky number.”
“Because she won’t tell anyone her name, or anything else for that matter, and it’s a pain in the butt,” House answered. “And as you pointed out, it is unlucky. It fit her well.”
“Why’s she unlucky?” I asked.
“Nope, remember the deal,” House replied. “You have to answer my question now.”
“I’m her daughter,” I said. “I can tell you whatever you know about her, but first you have to tell me everything you know about her. For every answer you get out of me, I want one out of you first.”
At first House looked surprised, but then he just smiled.
“Like mother, like daughter,” he muttered.
Chapter 6
Bo
I finally managed to slip out when that little bald guy came in and distracted my mom. It was about time. I really wanted to meet Dr. House, but I knew my mom would never take me to him.
I asked the first person I ran into in the hall where Dr. House was. He looked Indian. He was wearing orange converses and I really liked them. He told me to check the clinic or Dr. Wilson’s office if he wasn’t in his office. I knew I wasn’t supposed to go to the clinic, but I didn’t know where Dr. Wilson’s office was, and the clinic was on the hospital directory next to the elevator, so I went there.
I sat in the clinic for a while looking for men with canes. I saw three, but they all looked in their eighties. Finally he came out of an exam room. I knew it was him because he was the only doctor not wearing a lab coat. That was something else Mom told me about him.
“Excuse me, Dr. House?” I asked.
He snapped his head in my direction, and then had to lower his eyes when he realized it wasn’t an adult talking to him. I wonder who he was expecting. Anyway, he looked annoyed at first, but then his expression changed and he just looked interested.
“Who are you?” he asked, but I could tell he was already expecting a certain answer.
“We need to talk,” I said.
“I couldn’t agree more,” House replied. “Come on, exam room one.”
“So how are you related to Thirteen?” he asked once I was sitting on the exam table. “And don’t try to lie. You’re basically her clone.”
“Who’s Thirteen?” I asked, even though I kind of had a guess. I wanted to make sure I was right.
“You know, tall, brunette, deathly ill…” House said. “Seriously, how many people do you look exactly like?”
“I think I know who you’re talking about,” I replied. “But before I answer, I want you to answer a question for me.”
House looked surprised. “Yep, you two are definitely related,” he finally said.
“Why do you call her that?” I asked. “Thirteen, it’s an unlucky number.”
“Because she won’t tell anyone her name, or anything else for that matter, and it’s a pain in the butt,” House answered. “And as you pointed out, it is unlucky. It fit her well.”
“Why’s she unlucky?” I asked.
“Nope, remember the deal,” House replied. “You have to answer my question now.”
“I’m her daughter,” I said. “I can tell you whatever you know about her, but first you have to tell me everything you know about her. For every answer you get out of me, I want one out of you first.”
At first House looked surprised, but then he just smiled.
“Like mother, like daughter,” he muttered.