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scaredywombat) wrote2014-04-14 12:34 am
scaredywombat) wrote2014-04-14 12:34 am
Clinical Risk of Mortality
It was one of those brief lulls between cases. The man's family was tearful and overjoyed, and they'd all been clapping each other on the back for another case solved through House's manic, and almost insane methods, that Chase couldn't help but worship. He thought the others were getting ready to leave, but Chase instead wandered downstairs to the basement, under the guise of retrieving a patient file that Foreman wanted. He found it, but, surrounded by the boxes of employee files bound to be digitized, he couldn't help but give in to his curiosity. House was in here somewhere, between 'Houle' and 'Housel', was the file of 'House, Gregory, M.D.'.
There was a fascination that Chase couldn't resist and tried not to look at too closely. How could anyone work with him and not worship the man? Sure, Foreman gave him a hard time about it, but House's madcap approach certainly gave results, and in the process saved lives. They bent the rules, and House outright broke them on more accounts than he could count on both hands, but that was, in a sense, part of his charm. Not that House had a lot of that to spare, mind. Even Chase was brutally aware of that.
And that was part of the reason why he was down here, fairly forgetting about Foreman as he tugged the file he was looking for out of the stacks with a lopsided smile accorded to his prize. Just who was Doctor House? What secrets did his file hold about what he'd been and done before Chase and the others had come to work for him? He sat down, and had barely flipped open the folder to a pretty lousy two by four photo of the man, when he looked up sharply.
He thought that he'd heard a noise...
There was a fascination that Chase couldn't resist and tried not to look at too closely. How could anyone work with him and not worship the man? Sure, Foreman gave him a hard time about it, but House's madcap approach certainly gave results, and in the process saved lives. They bent the rules, and House outright broke them on more accounts than he could count on both hands, but that was, in a sense, part of his charm. Not that House had a lot of that to spare, mind. Even Chase was brutally aware of that.
And that was part of the reason why he was down here, fairly forgetting about Foreman as he tugged the file he was looking for out of the stacks with a lopsided smile accorded to his prize. Just who was Doctor House? What secrets did his file hold about what he'd been and done before Chase and the others had come to work for him? He sat down, and had barely flipped open the folder to a pretty lousy two by four photo of the man, when he looked up sharply.
He thought that he'd heard a noise...