Chapter 6: Patients
Hey! Here’s the chapter 6 for you! Hope you find it interesting!! :DDDD
It’s a little bit longer, and I know you guys like longer chapters so I decided to fulfill one of your wishes. As for the next chapie, I hope to be able to finish it until Wednesday.
xoxo
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I woke up with a sharp pain in my hand. It wasn’t after two seconds I realized someone hit me, and it was House. How surprising. I am not really sure how many hours I’ve slept but it felt like I’ve been asleep for ten minutes. The couch in my aunt’s office was really uncomfortable. God, why does she keep it in here? I swear if I’d slept on the desk, I’d be feeling fresher! I wonder how early it must be when she’s not even here. But that did not keep House from waking me up. He was holding a coffee mug in his left hand and was shaking some papers with the right one.
“Hm… Go away…What do you want?…It’s so early!” I yawned.
“You have some paper work to do…. Well not some, I’d say a lot, but I understand you’re this super-girl, so you can handle all of it. I mean you handled the case just fine. You are good…Although, you did wake me up in 1 am.” The diagnostician started to bother me with his sarcastic comments.
“What did I do this time? I don’t need to be punished again.” I complained.
“The last time I checked, you weren’t allowed to sleep while working.” He said.
“Do you have anything else to say, or should I just go to my aunt, who is, as you know, your boss, and tell her how you’re treating me.” I confronted him.
“Uh, I’m so scared! Look I’m shaking!” House started to wobble, which I found rather funny than something that I needed to take seriously. Or did I mess up those two? “That’s it! I’m going to find her!” I threatened again.
“If I were you, I’d take the papers, Winter.” He said pushing papers against my body as if I’m supposed to grab them.
“And what if I don’t?” I refused to obey everything that has come to his mind.
“You don’t want to know what happened to the one that refused to do as told.” House pointed out.
“Who?” I asked curiously in a slight disbelief.
“Take the papers.” He said softly. I hesitated for a minute, but finally I reached for papers, pouting.
“That’s a good girl!” he said petting me on the head as if I were a dog.
“I could also wiggle my tail if you want me to.” I made a sarcastic remark, again.
He looked at me suspiciously and was heading for the door when he turned around and said “That won’t be necessary, yet”.
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Before I started with all that paperwork, I decided to go and change in the locker-room. Well, I haven’t been feeling fresh since probably somewhere yesterday afternoon.
As I reached the locker-room, I realized I didn’t know what time it was. I looked around the room; searching for clock on the wall when it later came to me- I had watch on my wrist. Oh, I’m such a blond sometimes. Anyway, it was 7 am, so that would mean House woke me up at 6-30 which would also mean he had to get up at least at 6 am if he wanted to wake me up. Or was he here because of that?
So if I’m correct, he has been asleep for less than five hours, if I look upon the fact I woke him up at 1 am. So why would he sacrifice his sleep just to wake me up?
All that philosophizing was too much even for me!
I changed my T-shirt, which I, thank God, packed with me yesterday, in case patient threw up on me. I looked around the empty room once again, figuring out no one has yet came to work. Except House that is.
I wonder what is going on with Emily. The fact that no one ever talked about patients as people, as Emily, David, George or something else, but just as patients really bothered me and I wondered why didn’t they act differently.
And, when it comes to acting differently, boy, did everyone in this hospital act strange! I instantly remembered all the conversations I heard in last 2 days…
God, I wish I were with a patient now!
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Meanwhile, in Emily’s room:
“Quick!” the nurse yelled. “ Call doctor House!”
The other nurse rushed down the hall to find the only doctor that could help.
An intern that was around was paged ‘code blue’ not two minutes ago. He was now trying to reanimate Emily, as her heart stopped beating after some serious arrhythmia.
House limped through the hall as fast as he can. He didn’t know what was going on, but as soon as he got into Emily’s room he knew she was going into fibrillation shock.
“How long have you been reanimating her?” the diagnostician asked as he searched the near by drawer for an appropriate medicine.
“Two minutes! Where’s that adrenaline shot?” yelled the intern as he stood over Emily desperately trying to bring her to life.
House came closer to Emily’s bed, slightly pushing the intern away as he stabbed her into chest with the needle.
The intern continued with the CPR still getting no response.
After three minutes the diagnostician called the time of death 7-14 am.
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Two hours later:
I was still doing the paperwork in the one of the spare examination rooms when my phone rang. I was delightedly surprised to see my aunt’s phone number on the screen.
What she was calling about, was not so delightful.
“Hello?” I answered the call.
“Summer, listen. Whatever you are doing know, leave it, and come to my office. I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.” I heard her voice over the speakerphone.
“Why?” I was slightly surprised and curious.
“Just be there. It’s really important.”
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Later in Lisa Cuddy’s office:
I approached my aunt’s office, when I spotted her talking over the phone and House sitting on the other side of her desk. You could tell my aunt was shaken by something and the diagnostician was taken away by something, although you could see concern on his face.
As I heard a vague “Come in” after I knocked on the door, my aunt hang up the phone and House turned his head in my direction.
“What’s going on?” I was now sure something bad happened, or is going to happen.
“Sit down…” Lisa said pointing at one of the chairs. “Listen…I don’t want you to freak out, but we have some serious problem.” She started. My heart started pounding faster.
“I don’t understand… Did I do something bad?” I was now really scared by what could this all be about. I remembered waking House at 1 am, but that wouldn’t be such a problem, would it?
“We kind of all did… House’s patient passed away this morning.” My aunt said in the softest voice I could imagine, probably trying as hard as she could not to shock me. Although, she still did.
“I don’t get it. She was fine. We diagnosed her and started her on drugs. What… what happened?” I struggled to make my lips move and form words.
“She had a really abused heart. Because she didn’t eat appropriately, she didn’t provide her body with enough potassium and apparently, her heart couldn’t work properly.” House sounded.
“How does it involve me? I didn’t do anything wrong, did I?” somehow, my questions consisted only of ‘me’ and ‘wrong’.
“House did an unallowable thing. He left you to deal with her. As you’re not a real doctor, he legally couldn’t have done that. But he did, and now the patient’s family is suing the hospital, me, House and… unfortunately you…” Lisa Cuddy was obviously struggling with having me as a part of something this bad, after only I’ve volunteered here for three days.
“Emily’s family… suing…me…? Why?” I hardly had any strength left, as tremor has already gotten me in its grip.
“The patient’s family thinks you didn’t act the way you should have.” The diagnostician spoke emphasizing the word ‘patient’.
“What are we going to do?” I said desperately.
“I don’t know… I don’t know…” whispered my aunt leaving me helpless.
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There had been a complete silence for more than 15 minutes. I believe House and my aunt had it’s mind focused on how to solve this unbearable problem. But not me.
I was thinking about how not more than two and a half hours ago I was so happy-go-lucky thinking ONLY about paper work and how this place was weird. Now, I knew why no one called their patients by name, I knew what it felt like to be in really big trouble for the first time of my life. High school problems -detention coming back to my mind, me wanting to go back in time and do something different.
I thought no one really cared about the patients, but it seemed, they did, but they only tried not to hurt themselves too bad every time they lost one.
Maybe if I haven’t called her Emily, I wouldn’t feel so betrayed right now and maybe if I hadn’t got on my bosses nerves so much, this whole thing would never happen.
But I did and now, the biggest problems are yet to come.
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Thank for reading! Reviews are delightful!
p.s. I can’t wait for tomorrow’s episode!!! Ferrari pistons!!! xD
Hey! Here’s the chapter 6 for you! Hope you find it interesting!! :DDDD
It’s a little bit longer, and I know you guys like longer chapters so I decided to fulfill one of your wishes. As for the next chapie, I hope to be able to finish it until Wednesday.
xoxo
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I woke up with a sharp pain in my hand. It wasn’t after two seconds I realized someone hit me, and it was House. How surprising. I am not really sure how many hours I’ve slept but it felt like I’ve been asleep for ten minutes. The couch in my aunt’s office was really uncomfortable. God, why does she keep it in here? I swear if I’d slept on the desk, I’d be feeling fresher! I wonder how early it must be when she’s not even here. But that did not keep House from waking me up. He was holding a coffee mug in his left hand and was shaking some papers with the right one.
“Hm… Go away…What do you want?…It’s so early!” I yawned.
“You have some paper work to do…. Well not some, I’d say a lot, but I understand you’re this super-girl, so you can handle all of it. I mean you handled the case just fine. You are good…Although, you did wake me up in 1 am.” The diagnostician started to bother me with his sarcastic comments.
“What did I do this time? I don’t need to be punished again.” I complained.
“The last time I checked, you weren’t allowed to sleep while working.” He said.
“Do you have anything else to say, or should I just go to my aunt, who is, as you know, your boss, and tell her how you’re treating me.” I confronted him.
“Uh, I’m so scared! Look I’m shaking!” House started to wobble, which I found rather funny than something that I needed to take seriously. Or did I mess up those two? “That’s it! I’m going to find her!” I threatened again.
“If I were you, I’d take the papers, Winter.” He said pushing papers against my body as if I’m supposed to grab them.
“And what if I don’t?” I refused to obey everything that has come to his mind.
“You don’t want to know what happened to the one that refused to do as told.” House pointed out.
“Who?” I asked curiously in a slight disbelief.
“Take the papers.” He said softly. I hesitated for a minute, but finally I reached for papers, pouting.
“That’s a good girl!” he said petting me on the head as if I were a dog.
“I could also wiggle my tail if you want me to.” I made a sarcastic remark, again.
He looked at me suspiciously and was heading for the door when he turned around and said “That won’t be necessary, yet”.
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Before I started with all that paperwork, I decided to go and change in the locker-room. Well, I haven’t been feeling fresh since probably somewhere yesterday afternoon.
As I reached the locker-room, I realized I didn’t know what time it was. I looked around the room; searching for clock on the wall when it later came to me- I had watch on my wrist. Oh, I’m such a blond sometimes. Anyway, it was 7 am, so that would mean House woke me up at 6-30 which would also mean he had to get up at least at 6 am if he wanted to wake me up. Or was he here because of that?
So if I’m correct, he has been asleep for less than five hours, if I look upon the fact I woke him up at 1 am. So why would he sacrifice his sleep just to wake me up?
All that philosophizing was too much even for me!
I changed my T-shirt, which I, thank God, packed with me yesterday, in case patient threw up on me. I looked around the empty room once again, figuring out no one has yet came to work. Except House that is.
I wonder what is going on with Emily. The fact that no one ever talked about patients as people, as Emily, David, George or something else, but just as patients really bothered me and I wondered why didn’t they act differently.
And, when it comes to acting differently, boy, did everyone in this hospital act strange! I instantly remembered all the conversations I heard in last 2 days…
God, I wish I were with a patient now!
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Meanwhile, in Emily’s room:
“Quick!” the nurse yelled. “ Call doctor House!”
The other nurse rushed down the hall to find the only doctor that could help.
An intern that was around was paged ‘code blue’ not two minutes ago. He was now trying to reanimate Emily, as her heart stopped beating after some serious arrhythmia.
House limped through the hall as fast as he can. He didn’t know what was going on, but as soon as he got into Emily’s room he knew she was going into fibrillation shock.
“How long have you been reanimating her?” the diagnostician asked as he searched the near by drawer for an appropriate medicine.
“Two minutes! Where’s that adrenaline shot?” yelled the intern as he stood over Emily desperately trying to bring her to life.
House came closer to Emily’s bed, slightly pushing the intern away as he stabbed her into chest with the needle.
The intern continued with the CPR still getting no response.
After three minutes the diagnostician called the time of death 7-14 am.
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Two hours later:
I was still doing the paperwork in the one of the spare examination rooms when my phone rang. I was delightedly surprised to see my aunt’s phone number on the screen.
What she was calling about, was not so delightful.
“Hello?” I answered the call.
“Summer, listen. Whatever you are doing know, leave it, and come to my office. I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.” I heard her voice over the speakerphone.
“Why?” I was slightly surprised and curious.
“Just be there. It’s really important.”
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Later in Lisa Cuddy’s office:
I approached my aunt’s office, when I spotted her talking over the phone and House sitting on the other side of her desk. You could tell my aunt was shaken by something and the diagnostician was taken away by something, although you could see concern on his face.
As I heard a vague “Come in” after I knocked on the door, my aunt hang up the phone and House turned his head in my direction.
“What’s going on?” I was now sure something bad happened, or is going to happen.
“Sit down…” Lisa said pointing at one of the chairs. “Listen…I don’t want you to freak out, but we have some serious problem.” She started. My heart started pounding faster.
“I don’t understand… Did I do something bad?” I was now really scared by what could this all be about. I remembered waking House at 1 am, but that wouldn’t be such a problem, would it?
“We kind of all did… House’s patient passed away this morning.” My aunt said in the softest voice I could imagine, probably trying as hard as she could not to shock me. Although, she still did.
“I don’t get it. She was fine. We diagnosed her and started her on drugs. What… what happened?” I struggled to make my lips move and form words.
“She had a really abused heart. Because she didn’t eat appropriately, she didn’t provide her body with enough potassium and apparently, her heart couldn’t work properly.” House sounded.
“How does it involve me? I didn’t do anything wrong, did I?” somehow, my questions consisted only of ‘me’ and ‘wrong’.
“House did an unallowable thing. He left you to deal with her. As you’re not a real doctor, he legally couldn’t have done that. But he did, and now the patient’s family is suing the hospital, me, House and… unfortunately you…” Lisa Cuddy was obviously struggling with having me as a part of something this bad, after only I’ve volunteered here for three days.
“Emily’s family… suing…me…? Why?” I hardly had any strength left, as tremor has already gotten me in its grip.
“The patient’s family thinks you didn’t act the way you should have.” The diagnostician spoke emphasizing the word ‘patient’.
“What are we going to do?” I said desperately.
“I don’t know… I don’t know…” whispered my aunt leaving me helpless.
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There had been a complete silence for more than 15 minutes. I believe House and my aunt had it’s mind focused on how to solve this unbearable problem. But not me.
I was thinking about how not more than two and a half hours ago I was so happy-go-lucky thinking ONLY about paper work and how this place was weird. Now, I knew why no one called their patients by name, I knew what it felt like to be in really big trouble for the first time of my life. High school problems -detention coming back to my mind, me wanting to go back in time and do something different.
I thought no one really cared about the patients, but it seemed, they did, but they only tried not to hurt themselves too bad every time they lost one.
Maybe if I haven’t called her Emily, I wouldn’t feel so betrayed right now and maybe if I hadn’t got on my bosses nerves so much, this whole thing would never happen.
But I did and now, the biggest problems are yet to come.
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Thank for reading! Reviews are delightful!
p.s. I can’t wait for tomorrow’s episode!!! Ferrari pistons!!! xD
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