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Post by Dr Angel Fraser on Feb 16, 2009 12:12:30 GMT -7
Angel walked to House's office, a case file in hand. She knew she probably should have had things checked before now, but since the accident it had only gotten worse. She could have gone to any other doctor in the hospital, but there was only one that she truly trusted, well one aside from Wilson. Although this wasn't something she wanted to talk to Wilson about until absolutely necessary.
Taking a deep breath, she paused for a moment before knocking on the door, hoping he was in his office.
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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Feb 16, 2009 13:06:29 GMT -7
House was watching General Hospital on his tv in his office. He had smuggled in the cable line under Cuddy's nose and was engrossed in the lives of the Doctors and Nurses on the show. He leaned back in his chair, comfortably. He wished he had some popcorn.
His head shot up at the knocking his door, and he saw Angel standing on the other side of the glass. She had graduated to a walking cast and was far more mobile and suited to work in the hospital. She had displayed no sign of negative mental acuity; her wit was still as sharp as ever, and he had relaxed at the notion that all was... if not completely well, at least better with Angel.
With a last longing look at GH, he shut it off and waved Angel to enter. She had a serious look on her face, and a case file in her hand. He prepared to rebuff her attempts at making him busy with a case that probably wasn't puzzling at all. She probably was being used as a messenger waylaid by Cuddy.
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Post by Dr Angel Fraser on Feb 16, 2009 13:11:11 GMT -7
Angel walked into House's office, still debating whether to turn tail and run. This was a little embarrassing and she wasn't sure how House would take it. "Hey, I have a case, that I was wondering if maybe you could take a look at... That is if you have the time." She said, biting her lower lip.
Opening the file, she looked up and him and placed it on the desk before her. She had made sure to change the case files, trying to disguise the fact that it was her symptoms she was getting a second opinion on.
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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Feb 16, 2009 13:46:31 GMT -7
House made no move to touch the file, choosing to arch his eyebrows at Angel instead. She was looking uneasy and embarrassed. The red flush of her capillaries expanding up her neck to her cheeks was giving her game away. Still, he decided to play along for now. He had his own agenda in this particular game.
"You could have just paged me for a consult," House prodded. Testing the waters. Watching her every move like a hawk eyes his prey. He watched her bit her lip, a sure sign of some uncertainty on her part. She was nervous about something. It had to be related to the case file, but he refrained from looking at it for now.
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Post by Dr Angel Fraser on Feb 16, 2009 14:00:07 GMT -7
She watched him watching her, sure that he was on to her ruse. Still, she attempted to play along with the whole ploy. This was such an embarrassing predicament she was in.
"I figured I'd come see you personally." Angel said, playing with her necklace. "A young woman, mid to late twenties. Has shown signs of dysuria, dysmenorrhea as well as heavy and long menstrual periods."
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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Feb 16, 2009 14:52:00 GMT -7
Finally, House opened the case file, seeing the list of symptoms and the history. He stood, then grabbing his cane and a marker. He flicked on the lightbox and started scribbling. "Hurts when pissing," he said as he wrote it, just to piss Angel off. "Hurts during Aunt Flo's visit," but he didn't write that. Hurts when pissing.
Painful menses. "Any vomiting, syncope, diarrhea?" he asked, turning to Angel. Pursing his lips as his mind went to the most common cause of painful menses. With no fever or rash, it seemed likely. |
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Post by Dr Angel Fraser on Feb 16, 2009 15:02:51 GMT -7
"Only nausea, no actual vomiting. Some diarrhea," She said, watching him write stuff down on the board. Hurts when pissing, oh how tactful he was. "Also has pelvic pain." She watching him, now pretty sure he was on to her. "She's also doubled over in pain a few times from cramps." She nodded, moving closer to the board now.
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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Feb 16, 2009 15:08:55 GMT -7
With the long, heavy and painful periods, it appeared to him that there was a buildup of endometrial cells in areas outside of the uterine cavity. It reminded him of the case of the oncologist recently. Her case had been severe. He snorted. He had been right. This case was boring. Hurts when pissing.
Painful menses.
Nausea, diarrhea.
Endometriosis. "Get a laparoscopy to confirm. MRI and ultrasounds are next to useless even if they are not invasive tests." House looked at Angel with a little pity in his eyes. "Hope the patient," he stressed, "wasn't hoping to have babies." |
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Post by Dr Angel Fraser on Feb 16, 2009 15:17:34 GMT -7
Angel looked at his conclusion and sighed. So her suspicions had been right. "Laparoscopy... alright." She wrapped her arms around her stomach, her heart heavy. "I guess I won't now..." She whispered, moving towards the middle of the room. She suddenly wanted to curl up and disappear. Knowing House wouldn't show much emotion given his last comment. "Thank you for the consult doctor."
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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Feb 16, 2009 16:12:09 GMT -7
House saw her reaction and in turn his own suspicion had been confirmed. "Fraser," he said, moving as quickly as he could with his bum leg. "Angel." He awkwardly put his hand on her arm. Looking into her eyes, he cursed his own ineffectual words at his disposal. Cursed himself for being a bastard.
"Don't forget your case file," he said, awkwardly gesturing to his desk. "Even if its... fake, I'm not holding with your litter." Then he was hugging her. He wasn't sure why. It had to have been Cuddy's influence. It was all Cuddy's fault. That was his story and he was sticking with it. "I'm sorry," he muttered into her hair, "that circumstances has come about this way. It's not your fault and you don't deserve to suffer."
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Post by Dr Angel Fraser on Feb 16, 2009 16:25:16 GMT -7
Angel felt House place a hand on her arm and she wanted to instinctively tug it away. She looked up at him with pain in her eyes, wondering why he was suddenly being nice to her. Probably out of pity, not sympathy.
"Thanks..." She muttered moving to pick up her file. Before she could, he was hugging her. This action shocked her, but she accepted it, hugging him back tightly. Feeling a little better, she pulled away from him, knowing she was close to crying, and she refused to cry infront of House. "Oh, congratulations on your little bundle of joy."
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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Feb 16, 2009 17:06:58 GMT -7
House pulled away awkwardly, clearing his throat to put his emotions back in the box. "Ah, yes. Cuddy told you, huh? It's still early, though, barely 18 days if that. I'd save the congratulations until the kid is safely out and healthy." House pursed his lips and looked away. The fear was still very real that Cuddy could have a miscarriage, and House was still surprised by how much that thought scared him and made that ball of writhing worms in his stomach bigger. He wasn't comfortable with thinking about that feeling over long though.
"If it does... you know... come," House said awkwardly. "I'd like you to be... the kid's Godmother. In the event of my almost certain demise; I'd definitely like a woman of your snuff there to support Cuddy and the parasite."
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Post by Dr Angel Fraser on Feb 16, 2009 17:12:46 GMT -7
"Girls talk about just everything." Angel gave a small chuckle, then looked at him. He genuinely seemed concerned about the child, which made her look at him in a whole other light. "I have a good feeling everything will work out wonderfully, although I do understand your fears." She nodded.
She looked at him in shock when he asked her to be the godmother. Part of her wondered whether he was doing this because of pity, but part of her told her he was being sincere. "I'd be honored Dr.House." She said, feeling a little better. Oh well, if she couldn't in fact have children, she'd have a godchild to spoil rotten. She chuckled a little more at his comment about the baby being a parasite. "Such a way with words."
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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Feb 16, 2009 17:36:33 GMT -7
House nodded, accepting her words of comfort, even though a part of him didn't really believe that it would all work out wonderfully. He was too pessimistic about the odds.
He was glad that she seemed in better spirits. He had no doubt that she would get depressed later when it really hit her, but at least she would have something to which she could look forward. Angel had been given so many harsh blows lately that House was amazed at her fortitude. A lesser person might have crumbled under the pressure. Of course, a diamond is nothing more than pressurized carbon. What doesn't crush her will only make her stronger. A diamond in the rough.
Smirking at his fanciful thoughts that had run away with him, he nodded. "If you can suppress the urge to become a gossip monger, let me tell Cuddy that I asked you this first. I'm sure she'll agree with me there is none other suitable for the task as you."
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Post by Dr Angel Fraser on Feb 16, 2009 18:04:00 GMT -7
"I think I can keep that our little secret." Angel chuckled, shaking her head. Wouldn't be their first little secret, although she highly doubted she'd tell Cuddy or Wilson about their little midnight romp at her place. "Thanks for the vote of confidence." She said, crossing her arms in front of her.
She smiled again, but it was a forced smile. Things didn't seem to be going very well for her, except for Wilson. Wilson was the one shining light in her life right now that was keeping her going. The thought of him made her smile genuine. She could feel her cheeks turn a little pink as the thought of him.
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