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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...
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He's heading through the stacks of old files looking for where the patient's would be located when he hear rustling and wonders if Chase is actually down here. He furrows his brows as he moves through to the next row and peers down and, there's Chase, standing reading a file that doesn't look like the patient file.
"Am I interrupting?" he asks, his tone suggesting that he obviously must be, given the fact that Chase is sneakily reading alone in the basement.
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He tucks the file under his arm, backpedals a few steps toward the stack so he can pick up the patient file he'd left sitting on the opened box. "Here you go. It's the patient files." He's almost tempted to hold it behind his back, but that's just a little bit juvenile.
But, at the same time, he doesn't want to get caught, even if it's almost obvious. Foreman isn't entirely wrong with his jibes at Chase about his infatuation with House, though he wont admit to it.
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Foreman moves like he's going to take the patient file, and then goes instead after the file tucked beneath his arm. He stops short as Chase backs up, and just stands, hand out, expectant.
"You're seriously playing keep away with that?"
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He sets the patient file down again, fairly certain that at this point it's less interesting to the both of them than the one Chase has tucked away under his arm. "It's Houses," he admits after a moment, a fringe of his blonde hair falling across his forehand. He slowly hands it over, stepping in close again so that he can look.
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He's just thinking that he'd bet money that it's House's when Chase pulls it from under his arm and announces that it is. Foreman grins with that look that says, 'aha, I'm right,' without saying anything at all.
"I'm strangely alright with that," he says, but they both know there's nothing strange about it at all. He flips it open without even an ounce of hesitation because, hell, House has done more than this, worse than this in snooping about them. Turnabout is fair play.
He starts flipping through the pages once it's open and frowns, brows furrowing. "There are like... at least thirty malpractice cases in here..."
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But, then Foreman is looking through the file, and at his comment about thirty malpractice cases, he's leaning in. Sure, with someone like House, it's inevitable he'd run across a few -- it's not like he plays well with other people's rules, but that still sounds excessiove, and he can't help moving back in, swiping a few pages from the folder.
He glances over them and then shows Foreman, almost unbelievable incidents, until he catches onto a fact...
"Wait, the patient's name is Lisa Cuddy." Suddenly, he had a suspicion. Would anyone put it past House to put fake paperwork into his file?
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"That's ridiculous," he sighs, "Even for him."
It's a moot point to keep looking through it. House has probably altered whatever he didn't want in there. He's about to flip it closed when he sees "penisectomy" like that's an actual medical term, and he flips the page up so Chase can see. Yet more evidence that if they're looking for some insight on House, they're looking in the wrong damn place.
"This is pointless."