Author’s Note: This one’s a bit short, but I’m just trying to get the right feeling out of the story for dividing it certain ways. So as I get più into the plot of the story, you’re probably going to be seeing some longer chapters.
Murder in the Clinic
Chapter 2: Discoveries
Walking out of the clinic exam room after receiving a call from Foreman on his pager, House dropped Stone’s file on the nurse’s station and limped his way back to the elevators. After a silent ride on the otherwise empty elevator, he walked into the conference room to see his three bored ducklings and Foreman with his nose poked in the stella, star Ledger.
“I got paged?” He asked Foreman who folded up the newspaper and looked at him quizzically.
“I didn’t page you.” Foreman said. Shrugging it off, he held out a purple folder. “But now that you’re here, I think we should tell te that we have a case. Examining the papers inside, House soon figured out the problem.
“Addison’s disease put her on hydrocortisone.” He detto proudly, slapping the folder shut. “My work is done, I’m going home.” Walking into his office, he grabbed his cappotto off the back of his chair, slung his backpack over his shoulder and limped into the hallway, only to be joined da Wilson.
“Differential diagnosis for getting a page from Foreman, when according to Foreman, he never paged me?” House detto pulling out his pager as the two approached the parking lot.
“Maybe Foreman lied?” Wilson suggested.
“Who would lie about that?” House detto rolling his eyes. Suddenly, Wilson slipped on a patch of black ice, bumping into House, causing the pager to fall into a nearby gutter to face its impending doom. Regaining his balance, House glared at his friend, “Oh, great going Wilson. At least now when I have to get a new one off Cuddy, I can tell her that it was all your fault.”
“Sorry,” Wilson said. “It’s November. What happened to Global Warming? There shouldn’t be ice on the ground.” He muttered sarcastically.
“Wilson!” House gasped. “I’m surprised at you! There are polar bears dying!” He scorned jokingly.
* * *
Brenda, after the clinic started to become a little less hectic, had a slight suspicion nagging at her. She remembered seeing Dr. House leave Exam Room Two, but she wasn’t entirely sure about the patient. ‘Oh please. There were too many patients. How would I notice one person leaving one room.’ She thought to herself. However, Brenda was still curious. After waiting for Dr. Bartok to finish with his patient, she decided to go inspect Exam Room Two herself.
Walking into the small room, things seemed fairly normal. She was about to leave, that is until she heard one cabinet door creak open. Still a little spooked, Brenda walked over to the cabinet. Thinking that it was probably nothing, she was about to shut the cabinet, but suddenly she noticed something odd. Opening the cabinet a bit wider, she realized that poking out of the cabinet was a human foot, clad in a black New Balance sneaker.
Murder in the Clinic
Chapter 2: Discoveries
Walking out of the clinic exam room after receiving a call from Foreman on his pager, House dropped Stone’s file on the nurse’s station and limped his way back to the elevators. After a silent ride on the otherwise empty elevator, he walked into the conference room to see his three bored ducklings and Foreman with his nose poked in the stella, star Ledger.
“I got paged?” He asked Foreman who folded up the newspaper and looked at him quizzically.
“I didn’t page you.” Foreman said. Shrugging it off, he held out a purple folder. “But now that you’re here, I think we should tell te that we have a case. Examining the papers inside, House soon figured out the problem.
“Addison’s disease put her on hydrocortisone.” He detto proudly, slapping the folder shut. “My work is done, I’m going home.” Walking into his office, he grabbed his cappotto off the back of his chair, slung his backpack over his shoulder and limped into the hallway, only to be joined da Wilson.
“Differential diagnosis for getting a page from Foreman, when according to Foreman, he never paged me?” House detto pulling out his pager as the two approached the parking lot.
“Maybe Foreman lied?” Wilson suggested.
“Who would lie about that?” House detto rolling his eyes. Suddenly, Wilson slipped on a patch of black ice, bumping into House, causing the pager to fall into a nearby gutter to face its impending doom. Regaining his balance, House glared at his friend, “Oh, great going Wilson. At least now when I have to get a new one off Cuddy, I can tell her that it was all your fault.”
“Sorry,” Wilson said. “It’s November. What happened to Global Warming? There shouldn’t be ice on the ground.” He muttered sarcastically.
“Wilson!” House gasped. “I’m surprised at you! There are polar bears dying!” He scorned jokingly.
* * *
Brenda, after the clinic started to become a little less hectic, had a slight suspicion nagging at her. She remembered seeing Dr. House leave Exam Room Two, but she wasn’t entirely sure about the patient. ‘Oh please. There were too many patients. How would I notice one person leaving one room.’ She thought to herself. However, Brenda was still curious. After waiting for Dr. Bartok to finish with his patient, she decided to go inspect Exam Room Two herself.
Walking into the small room, things seemed fairly normal. She was about to leave, that is until she heard one cabinet door creak open. Still a little spooked, Brenda walked over to the cabinet. Thinking that it was probably nothing, she was about to shut the cabinet, but suddenly she noticed something odd. Opening the cabinet a bit wider, she realized that poking out of the cabinet was a human foot, clad in a black New Balance sneaker.
