A/N: I know, another late update…but I have been really busy lately and am so so so soooo sorry!!!
Murder in the Clinic
Chapter 6: Breaking the News
The morning after diagnosing his latest patient with meningitis, House, wanting to keep his mind off of the troubling police investigation as much as possible, was feverishly searching through a mountain of files, hunting down one that could make a half way decent case to get his mind of things. Finally, he pulled out one that seemed vaguely interesting. Patient: Kevin Carson, Male, 14 years old; came to clinic complaining of nausea, vomiting, and heavy perspiration. Physician originally diagnosed him with the stomach flu until he started having convulsions.
“Cool…” He mumbled. “That should keep the team busy for a few days…” Limping into the conference room, he tossed the file onto the table.
“New case!” He declared, and started to write the symptoms onto the board. The team looked at him quizzically.
“Wait a minute,” Kutner pushed. “We just finished a case last night.” He ব্যক্ত with a raised eyebrow.
“Prescription Passion’s cancelled today, need something to do.” House proclaimed.
“Why not clinic?” Thirteen murmured sarcastically, earning a snicker from Foreman.
“Because, I have oh so much fun with আপনি guys!” He joked. “Besides, police have this thing about their suspects returning to the scene of the crime. Looks suspicious.”
“They think আপনি killed him?” Kutner queried, his features looking rather concerned.
“Figures,” Foreman ব্যক্ত with a laugh. “He practically pinned আপনি to the দেওয়াল the other দিন didn’t he?”
“They also find it rather suspicious that I treated Stone in the clinic not long before his supposed time of death.” House said, rubbing the grip of his cane against his forehead. Kutner stared at him with wide eyes.
“You didn’t do it though did you?” He stuttered. House pauses. Do they really think I would murder a guy? He sends Kutner a death glare.
“Of course not.” He ব্যক্ত it slowly and solemnly. His fellows looked at him defensively, slightly scared looking.
“Let’s get back to the case…” He murmured. They all hurriedly got back to work.
* * *
After sending his team off to run a series of tests on their new patient, House figured he should go bother Wilson. Limping over to his friend’s office, he noticed a fifty বছর looking old man and woman leave the office with somber looks on their faces. He figured that Wilson just landed them the C-Bomb and told one of them that they had cancer, and only ‘insert depressingly short time here’ months to live. After watching them shuffle to the elevators, House slammed open the office door, causing the small book shelf পরবর্তি to it to topple onto the floor.
“House! For all আপনি knew I could have been with a patient.” Wilson sighed, as he squatted down to pick up the fallen books.
“Wilson!” House imitated. “You know better than to think I would actually care!” Wilson rolled his eyes at him as he began to examine the condition of a large, leather bound text. “Besides, I saw your last patients leave, ergo leaving আপনি here to organize your pens দ্বারা order the ink রঙ appear in the rainbow.”
“So any particular reason why you’re here, অথবা do আপনি just want to bother me?” Wilson groaned from the floor.
“Did I mention I’m a lead suspect for Stone’s murder?” House ব্যক্ত casually as he picked a যেভাবে খুশী book off the floor and started to flip through the pages.
“What?” Wilson shouts, standing up again, his eyes popping and his face turning scarlet.
“They. Think. That. I. Killed. Him.” House didn’t take his eyes off the book as he started to read a page.
“They think আপনি murdered someone, House? Can’t আপনি take things seriously for once? If they find আপনি guilty, you’ll lose your job, your license, you’ll lose your freedom!” Wilson clamored. “House. They will wreck you.” He yelled, breathing heavily.
“Don’t worry Wilson, I got it under control.” House ব্যক্ত calmly as he put down the book.
“The last time আপনি told me that, a man ended up dead, House.” For the সেকেন্ড time that দিন House was surprised that people honestly thought he was capable of murder.
“Wilson,” House looks at his friend with a serious glare. “I didn’t kill him.” Wilson rubs his temples and returns to his desk.
“No, no, of course not.” He ব্যক্ত with a sigh. “Just be careful with these guys House. If আপনি make yourself look like some kind heartless monster, then it will just be twice as hard to get them off your case.” House nods solemnly and limps out into the hallway.
* * *
Stan Parker strutted into the lobby of Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital, camera in hand, ready to take a much needed picture for his boss’s big project. He managed to find a picture of the guy he needed on the hospital’s website, but he needed one of his own. After asking a nurse where the guy’s office was he was ready to take a quick picture of the dude and get away before he noticed. When he arrived on the third floor, he suddenly got extremely lucky. Making his way down the crossing hallway was the dude for the project! Sweet! He thought, and quickly took a picture as the dude limped down the hallway. Looking at the small screen on the camera, he was pleased with the results. The guy looked grumpy and unpleasant, exactly what he needed.
* * *
“Morning Cuddy!” House exclaimed, slamming open his boss’s door and parading into the office, completely ignoring the fact that just interrupted a conversation between Cuddy and her two guests.
“Did আপনি hear about Dr. Brown flirting with the nurse from Pediatrics? I thought he was dati—“
“Dr. House.” A তিক্ত voice interrupted from the other side of the room. House cranes his neck to see the fuming face of Detective Gray, and the badly hidden smirk of Detective Condon.
“Oh, I’m sorry.” House sneered sarcastically. “Am I interrupting something?”
“Yes, আপনি are actu-” Condon ব্যক্ত but Gray cut him off.
“Actually, Dr. House we were just finishing up.” Gray walks over to the door, hesitantly followed দ্বারা Condon. “Goodbye, Dr. Cuddy.” She said.
“Um…Goodbye.” Cuddy responds, only to instantly return her attention to House.
“What in God’s name were আপনি thinking?” She shouts. House shrugs. “Those people decide whether অথবা not আপনি killed a man!” House remains silent. “House, I know আপনি didn’t kill this guy. I know আপনি well enough to know that আপনি wouldn’t kill a guy because he threatened আপনি with a lawsuit.” She reasoned calmly. “You welcome those kind of things like free Ipods, for Christ’s sake.” She murmured. “I just don’t need আপনি being a complete গাধা around them. আপনি can’t go to jail House. I risked too much keeping আপনি out of it during the Tritter fiasco, and I don’t think I can do it again.”
“Okay.” House said, and he quietly walked back to his office.