Summery: In this fic, basicly House will end up taking care of a kid. Eventual Huddy, but not in this chap.
Disclaimer: If i owned House MD you know that Huddy moments wouldnt be PG-13. Alll i own is the plot, the patient aka patient's family. 'nough said.
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Everything was to blurry to see anything, Katherine realized. She was a sight, battered and bruised at practically every inch of her body. She shook in her room, hearing the front door of her house slammed closed. She coughed, but knew from experience not to move. Excruciating pain would no doubt follow afterword, so she stood as still as possible. However, every time she breathed pain would travel up her spine and stomach. She couldn’t stop breathing, though she pondered it, knowing she would end up living another day anyway.
She heard footsteps going up the stairs, and stiffened, thinking maybe her father had come back. The footsteps came closer, and the door to her room opened. She sighed in relief when her brother, Alex, hurried over to her, worry and anger written all over his face. She knew that the anger was directed at their father.
“Kathy? You alright?” He shook his head, as if angry with himself. He crouched down in front of his little sister. “Of course you’re not okay, what a stupid question.” he murmured to himself.
“Stop it.” Katherine muttered to him, her voice horse. Her brother frowned down at her, confused.
“Stop what?” he asked her.
“STOP inwardly destroying yourself for what is really HIS fault!” She said as loud as she possibly can, which was pretty much a loud, raspy whisper. He looked token aback.
“I don’t...” He said, but stopped and sighed.
“Forget it, I’m going to go get a damp towel and clean you up.” He said quietly, getting up and leaving the small room.
Katherine heard his footsteps recede, down the stairs, and to the kitchen. She started feeling guilty as soon as he left. What was it her place to accuse him of doing something when all he wanted to do is help?
The sound of glass plates and other kitchen material sounded through the kitchen, as if they were hitting the floor. Katherine got up painfully, alarmed, and walk out of her room slowly. On top of the stairs, she could clearly see the opening to the kitchen, but when she saw her brother, she went down the stairs as fast as her battered body permitted her.
Her brother’s muscles were moving on their own randomly, and he seemed to be unconscious. A seizure, Katherine realized. She grabbed the phone nearest to her, and dialed 911.
“911, what’s your emergency?”
Once the women’s voice sounded through the phone, Katherine couldn’t say anything, realizing she would face hell when her father found out.
“My...my brother... he’s...” she stuttered desperately, her voice raspy.
“Don’t worry, we have your location, we’ll be right there.” the lady on the other line reassured her. “It’ll be alright.”
No it wasn’t, Katherine thought grimly. It never was.
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“Aren’t you supposed to be doing clinic duty?” Cameron asked House as she was attending to a small crying child with a head wound.
House, once again, was at the desk in the ER.
“No” House explained to her, “Cuddy is looking for me so she can get me to do clinic duty.”
Cameron rolled her eyes.
“What’s the difference?” she asked him as soon as she was done attending to the kid, and ordered an MRI. “Either way it’ll end up with you in the clinic, doing your clinic duty.”
“Yeah, but there’s two steps this time.” he smirked at her. She rolled her eyes again.
“There’s something wrong with your eyes.” House said with mock concern. “You should check that out.”
Cameron sighed.
“House, you either help, or you get out of the ER and do your clinic duty. It’s snowing, there’s going to be a lot of accidents, we could use your help.” she said, knowing she was going to fail anyway.
House pretended to think for a moment.
“Is there a third option?” he asked.
“No.”
“Than no.” he said, with a tone that signaled the end of the argument.
Just then, two stretchers came in, one with a boy, approximately 14 years old, unconscious, leaving Cameron unable to argue House’s tone. The other stretcher, which caught House’s attention, held a girl about 11 years old approximate, battered and bruised, but conscious. She seemed to be arguing with the paramedic pushing the stretcher, and as they entered the ER, House could hear more of the argument.
“... but my brother just had a seizure, and you’re worrying about me? I don’t need to be on a stretcher, for God’s sake!”
“Look” The paramedic said. “Your battered and bruised, we’re required to bring you in on a stretcher—“
At this point the battered girl let out a line of swear words that left both the paramedic and House amazed. Cameron came over to the girl.
“Oh my God, what happened?” she asked her sympathetically as she started inspecting her bruises.
“I... got into a fight?” Katherine said, inwardly grimacing at how obvious a lie that was.
“That sounded more like a question.” said House, making both Cameron and Katherine jump slightly. He had snuck up on them, though how he did it with that cane, Katherine thought was a mystery.
“Where are your parents, are they on their way?” Cameron asked Katherine, ignoring House.
Katherine cringed slightly, but not enough for Cameron to notice. Only House did.
“No, I don’t think so.”
Cameron frowned.
“Can you tell me your name?”
Katherine pondered her question, but realized that since they knew where she lived they were going to find out soon anyway. She looked up slightly, catching House’s observant gaze, and she looked away a little too quickly.
“Katherine Cindy James.” she said to Cameron, catching her eyes to make sure that she didn’t meet House’s.
Cameron wrote it down quickly, and reached over to tilt Katherine’s chin up to get a better look at the bruises on her face. Katherine flinched away quickly. Cameron frowned.
“Is there something wrong?” Cameron asked her. The pitiful look she was giving Katherine was making her skin crawl. She hated pity.
“Why don’t I take over?” House asked Cameron innocently. Cameron raised her eyebrows.
“Cuddy’s going to find you here eventually.” she said, and agreed.
“You could take the boy.” House suggested.
“His name is Alex.” Katherine said. House glanced at her.
“I doubt knowing his name will help him.” He pointed out. Katherine glared, and House couldn’t help but be reminded of Cuddy.
Once Cameron was gone, House got the roller chair from the ER desk and inspected Katherine’s bruises. She had sweats on and a sweater, so practically all he could see was her face.
“How’d you get the bruises?” House asked Katherine, inspecting a rather nasty bruise on the left side of her cheek.
“I already said—“Katherine said.
“It was not in a fight.” House told her bluntly. “Your sweats are on backwards, and by the look of your sweater, it must have already been dirty, which means you had the need to cover up, and since neither of your parents where home, you would have token it off already. Which means you had a need to cover it up from the paramedics, which means someone you know is abusing you.” he finished.
Katherine looked everywhere but at him, biting her lip and fidgeting nervously until she summoned up the courage to speak. House surveyed her like a bug under a microscope.
“Your wrong.” she said, her heart pumping. “I’m not being abused.”
House sighed. This was going to be harder than he thought...
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What do you think? Good, terrible, comtinue, dont continue?
Disclaimer: If i owned House MD you know that Huddy moments wouldnt be PG-13. Alll i own is the plot, the patient aka patient's family. 'nough said.
ENJOY, PLEASE Rate and comment!
Everything was to blurry to see anything, Katherine realized. She was a sight, battered and bruised at practically every inch of her body. She shook in her room, hearing the front door of her house slammed closed. She coughed, but knew from experience not to move. Excruciating pain would no doubt follow afterword, so she stood as still as possible. However, every time she breathed pain would travel up her spine and stomach. She couldn’t stop breathing, though she pondered it, knowing she would end up living another day anyway.
She heard footsteps going up the stairs, and stiffened, thinking maybe her father had come back. The footsteps came closer, and the door to her room opened. She sighed in relief when her brother, Alex, hurried over to her, worry and anger written all over his face. She knew that the anger was directed at their father.
“Kathy? You alright?” He shook his head, as if angry with himself. He crouched down in front of his little sister. “Of course you’re not okay, what a stupid question.” he murmured to himself.
“Stop it.” Katherine muttered to him, her voice horse. Her brother frowned down at her, confused.
“Stop what?” he asked her.
“STOP inwardly destroying yourself for what is really HIS fault!” She said as loud as she possibly can, which was pretty much a loud, raspy whisper. He looked token aback.
“I don’t...” He said, but stopped and sighed.
“Forget it, I’m going to go get a damp towel and clean you up.” He said quietly, getting up and leaving the small room.
Katherine heard his footsteps recede, down the stairs, and to the kitchen. She started feeling guilty as soon as he left. What was it her place to accuse him of doing something when all he wanted to do is help?
The sound of glass plates and other kitchen material sounded through the kitchen, as if they were hitting the floor. Katherine got up painfully, alarmed, and walk out of her room slowly. On top of the stairs, she could clearly see the opening to the kitchen, but when she saw her brother, she went down the stairs as fast as her battered body permitted her.
Her brother’s muscles were moving on their own randomly, and he seemed to be unconscious. A seizure, Katherine realized. She grabbed the phone nearest to her, and dialed 911.
“911, what’s your emergency?”
Once the women’s voice sounded through the phone, Katherine couldn’t say anything, realizing she would face hell when her father found out.
“My...my brother... he’s...” she stuttered desperately, her voice raspy.
“Don’t worry, we have your location, we’ll be right there.” the lady on the other line reassured her. “It’ll be alright.”
No it wasn’t, Katherine thought grimly. It never was.
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“Aren’t you supposed to be doing clinic duty?” Cameron asked House as she was attending to a small crying child with a head wound.
House, once again, was at the desk in the ER.
“No” House explained to her, “Cuddy is looking for me so she can get me to do clinic duty.”
Cameron rolled her eyes.
“What’s the difference?” she asked him as soon as she was done attending to the kid, and ordered an MRI. “Either way it’ll end up with you in the clinic, doing your clinic duty.”
“Yeah, but there’s two steps this time.” he smirked at her. She rolled her eyes again.
“There’s something wrong with your eyes.” House said with mock concern. “You should check that out.”
Cameron sighed.
“House, you either help, or you get out of the ER and do your clinic duty. It’s snowing, there’s going to be a lot of accidents, we could use your help.” she said, knowing she was going to fail anyway.
House pretended to think for a moment.
“Is there a third option?” he asked.
“No.”
“Than no.” he said, with a tone that signaled the end of the argument.
Just then, two stretchers came in, one with a boy, approximately 14 years old, unconscious, leaving Cameron unable to argue House’s tone. The other stretcher, which caught House’s attention, held a girl about 11 years old approximate, battered and bruised, but conscious. She seemed to be arguing with the paramedic pushing the stretcher, and as they entered the ER, House could hear more of the argument.
“... but my brother just had a seizure, and you’re worrying about me? I don’t need to be on a stretcher, for God’s sake!”
“Look” The paramedic said. “Your battered and bruised, we’re required to bring you in on a stretcher—“
At this point the battered girl let out a line of swear words that left both the paramedic and House amazed. Cameron came over to the girl.
“Oh my God, what happened?” she asked her sympathetically as she started inspecting her bruises.
“I... got into a fight?” Katherine said, inwardly grimacing at how obvious a lie that was.
“That sounded more like a question.” said House, making both Cameron and Katherine jump slightly. He had snuck up on them, though how he did it with that cane, Katherine thought was a mystery.
“Where are your parents, are they on their way?” Cameron asked Katherine, ignoring House.
Katherine cringed slightly, but not enough for Cameron to notice. Only House did.
“No, I don’t think so.”
Cameron frowned.
“Can you tell me your name?”
Katherine pondered her question, but realized that since they knew where she lived they were going to find out soon anyway. She looked up slightly, catching House’s observant gaze, and she looked away a little too quickly.
“Katherine Cindy James.” she said to Cameron, catching her eyes to make sure that she didn’t meet House’s.
Cameron wrote it down quickly, and reached over to tilt Katherine’s chin up to get a better look at the bruises on her face. Katherine flinched away quickly. Cameron frowned.
“Is there something wrong?” Cameron asked her. The pitiful look she was giving Katherine was making her skin crawl. She hated pity.
“Why don’t I take over?” House asked Cameron innocently. Cameron raised her eyebrows.
“Cuddy’s going to find you here eventually.” she said, and agreed.
“You could take the boy.” House suggested.
“His name is Alex.” Katherine said. House glanced at her.
“I doubt knowing his name will help him.” He pointed out. Katherine glared, and House couldn’t help but be reminded of Cuddy.
Once Cameron was gone, House got the roller chair from the ER desk and inspected Katherine’s bruises. She had sweats on and a sweater, so practically all he could see was her face.
“How’d you get the bruises?” House asked Katherine, inspecting a rather nasty bruise on the left side of her cheek.
“I already said—“Katherine said.
“It was not in a fight.” House told her bluntly. “Your sweats are on backwards, and by the look of your sweater, it must have already been dirty, which means you had the need to cover up, and since neither of your parents where home, you would have token it off already. Which means you had a need to cover it up from the paramedics, which means someone you know is abusing you.” he finished.
Katherine looked everywhere but at him, biting her lip and fidgeting nervously until she summoned up the courage to speak. House surveyed her like a bug under a microscope.
“Your wrong.” she said, her heart pumping. “I’m not being abused.”
House sighed. This was going to be harder than he thought...
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