Chapter 8: I just don’t want to miss te tonight
Kutner sat on his couch, the case file spread in front of him. He was flipping through the papers over and over again. He couldn’t seem to find the data from the patient’s blood test.
“Crap,” Kutner muttered.
He guessed House, Foreman, Taub, and Thirteen probably had the results in their copies of the file, but it was one in the morning. He sighed. He needed those results. He would have to get them from somebody. That meant waking someone up.
He thought about who was the least likely to yell at him. He wouldn’t have called House at home for a million dollars, even if it wasn’t the middle of the night. Kutner didn’t know how Taub’s wife would react to Taub receiving work-related calls after midnight. So it was Foreman o Thirteen. Foreman would want to know why he needed the results and he would use his unofficial authority over Kutner to find out. He would probably tell him his theory was wrong, because Foreman still thought the problem was neurological, and refuse to give him the results.
Kutner took a deep breath, picked up the phone, dialed Thirteen’s number, and hoped for the best.
“Hello?” the voice on the other end of the line said.
“Thirteen?” Kutner asked.
“Kutner,” Thirteen said. “If te wanted me to get some sleep, why are te calling me in the middle of the night?”
“Sorry,” Kutner said, hastily. “Do te have the results of the blood test?”
“Blood test?” Thirteen said, her voice suddenly più alert.
“Yeah, the patient’s blood test,” Kutner replied, the sharpness of her voice taking him da surprise.
“Oh,” she said. “The patient’s…yeah, I think it’s around here somewhere. Why?”
“What did te think I was talking about?” Kutner asked, suspiciously.
“Nothing,” Thirteen waved his domanda off. “Why do te need the blood test?”
“Just testing a theory,” Kutner answered. “You obviously thought I was talking about something else. What blood test did te take?”
“Listen,” Thirteen said. “I’m really tired. I haven’t slept properly in over a week. I found the blood test. What do te want me to do with it?”
“Read it to me,” Kutner told her. “Come on, just tell me what blood test te took. te don’t have to tell me what the results were.”
“If te don’t stop asking about it, I’m not Leggere this too you,” Thirteen said.
“Okay,” Kutner sighed.
Kutner knew that he wasn’t going to get anything out of her tonight, especially when she held the trump card, the ability to hang up the phone, but she’d never told him she hadn’t taken a blood test.
Kutner didn’t have a prayer with Thirteen. He knew that. That was why no one would ever know how he felt about her. They were friends, and Kutner wasn’t going to risk screwing that up to tell her. He wished she liked him back, but as long as she didn’t, he was content with just being friends.
Kutner sat on his couch, the case file spread in front of him. He was flipping through the papers over and over again. He couldn’t seem to find the data from the patient’s blood test.
“Crap,” Kutner muttered.
He guessed House, Foreman, Taub, and Thirteen probably had the results in their copies of the file, but it was one in the morning. He sighed. He needed those results. He would have to get them from somebody. That meant waking someone up.
He thought about who was the least likely to yell at him. He wouldn’t have called House at home for a million dollars, even if it wasn’t the middle of the night. Kutner didn’t know how Taub’s wife would react to Taub receiving work-related calls after midnight. So it was Foreman o Thirteen. Foreman would want to know why he needed the results and he would use his unofficial authority over Kutner to find out. He would probably tell him his theory was wrong, because Foreman still thought the problem was neurological, and refuse to give him the results.
Kutner took a deep breath, picked up the phone, dialed Thirteen’s number, and hoped for the best.
“Hello?” the voice on the other end of the line said.
“Thirteen?” Kutner asked.
“Kutner,” Thirteen said. “If te wanted me to get some sleep, why are te calling me in the middle of the night?”
“Sorry,” Kutner said, hastily. “Do te have the results of the blood test?”
“Blood test?” Thirteen said, her voice suddenly più alert.
“Yeah, the patient’s blood test,” Kutner replied, the sharpness of her voice taking him da surprise.
“Oh,” she said. “The patient’s…yeah, I think it’s around here somewhere. Why?”
“What did te think I was talking about?” Kutner asked, suspiciously.
“Nothing,” Thirteen waved his domanda off. “Why do te need the blood test?”
“Just testing a theory,” Kutner answered. “You obviously thought I was talking about something else. What blood test did te take?”
“Listen,” Thirteen said. “I’m really tired. I haven’t slept properly in over a week. I found the blood test. What do te want me to do with it?”
“Read it to me,” Kutner told her. “Come on, just tell me what blood test te took. te don’t have to tell me what the results were.”
“If te don’t stop asking about it, I’m not Leggere this too you,” Thirteen said.
“Okay,” Kutner sighed.
Kutner knew that he wasn’t going to get anything out of her tonight, especially when she held the trump card, the ability to hang up the phone, but she’d never told him she hadn’t taken a blood test.
Kutner didn’t have a prayer with Thirteen. He knew that. That was why no one would ever know how he felt about her. They were friends, and Kutner wasn’t going to risk screwing that up to tell her. He wished she liked him back, but as long as she didn’t, he was content with just being friends.
okay i was new a few weeks fa i havent been able to write my stories now i am continuing my dragon story enjoy.
cynder.... u have been very bad u must resurect me don't fall in their hands. nooooo! i will never free u i Amore spyro so i dont need my old life. listen cynder... he just tells u he loves u so u can put ur guard down. no he loves me. he dosen't ..but i will treat u fairly like i mean it u will be Queen of compleat power again. nooooo NEVER IN MY WHOLE LIFE NOOOO NOOOOOO NOOOOOOOOOOO! (gasps) ohh it was just a dream. she turned around to se spyro but he wasn't there. spyro... spyro? SPYRO!? WHERE ARE U!? ohh finaly ur awake. she saw spyro coming into the room and detto where were u? just getting some water for u. u were starting to sweat alot so i went to get water. wat's wrong u seem tense. well... i had a bad dream war's it about this time. the dark master again.
cynder.... u have been very bad u must resurect me don't fall in their hands. nooooo! i will never free u i Amore spyro so i dont need my old life. listen cynder... he just tells u he loves u so u can put ur guard down. no he loves me. he dosen't ..but i will treat u fairly like i mean it u will be Queen of compleat power again. nooooo NEVER IN MY WHOLE LIFE NOOOO NOOOOOO NOOOOOOOOOOO! (gasps) ohh it was just a dream. she turned around to se spyro but he wasn't there. spyro... spyro? SPYRO!? WHERE ARE U!? ohh finaly ur awake. she saw spyro coming into the room and detto where were u? just getting some water for u. u were starting to sweat alot so i went to get water. wat's wrong u seem tense. well... i had a bad dream war's it about this time. the dark master again.
“Is this…” Spencer paused. Her voice was a throaty whisper. “Is this all we’ll ever have?” Remy’s eyes met hers. “Do te want more?” Remy asked.
Suddenly Spencer’s face became like a child’s full of tenderness and vulnerability. In that moment that followed Remy felt a bond to her like nothing else. For a long while they sat without speaking. They stared silently at their intertwined hands.
“I Amore you” Spencer detto softly. Remy grew very still. Spencer couldn’t see her face.
“Remy?” She lifted her chin. “Look at me”
Her eyes told her all she needed to know. As they sat there in the faded light of dusk, they both believed in happiness.
Suddenly Spencer’s face became like a child’s full of tenderness and vulnerability. In that moment that followed Remy felt a bond to her like nothing else. For a long while they sat without speaking. They stared silently at their intertwined hands.
“I Amore you” Spencer detto softly. Remy grew very still. Spencer couldn’t see her face.
“Remy?” She lifted her chin. “Look at me”
Her eyes told her all she needed to know. As they sat there in the faded light of dusk, they both believed in happiness.
