Set in Princeton, New Jersey, the best medical research is studied and performed at the Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital. And there is one doctor in particular who brings fame to the hospital-Dr. Gregory House.
Recently graduated medical stud...
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The next week, the team finally received their first high-stakes case since the conference happened.
They'd all been fairly bored the last couple of days, making themselves busy however they could, but they were happy to finally get back to a routine. While Cuddy was taking a few days off from the hospital, the case was immediately given to House's department.
House tossed the files onto the metal table where his team sat:
"Read them over, brainstorm, and solve it." House instructed them. He was monotoned, and less than enthused.
"When do you want us to give your our theories?" Taub spoke up. House looked back at him with eyes that were glazed over. "House?"
"My services are needed elsewhere." House informed his team with a smug little smile. "Babies aren't really my thing."
"Okay, babies are also not really my thing either, but this is the case we got." Thirteen asserted.
"Foreman." House raised his voice, "you're taking charge of this case."
"Uh..." Foreman grumbled.
"It wasn't a choice." House clarified his prior statement, "Besides, black babies are the cutest. It's like helping a brother... a baby brother."
And with that, House took his bow and left the team to their own devises.
He'd been adamant about his me-time lately which–evidently–required slim to no conversing with his team. House who was already reserved in his own ways, hardly spoke to anyone this whole week, most of all Madelyn. They passed through each other like ghosts.
"Okay. What do we know right off the bat?" Foreman asked the group. He stood at the whiteboard to collect all the information in one place. As the group began listing things off, Foreman was already feeling the pressure. "So far we have: hypothermia, muscular deficiency, salinity deficiency, and possible under-active amygdaloid signals."
Foreman stood in silence, clearly running over all the hypotheses in his mind; he was at least happy that his colleagues were all resourceful.
"Madelyn?" Foreman called, "what do you think?"
She was the only other neurologist in the room, thus he was slightly biased.
"Um, yeah I think we should run an fMRI, do an IV..." Madelyn answered sluggishly, "an ECG would also be beneficial, but we'll definitely need NICU's approval."
Foreman nodded, agreeing with her suggestions and taking note of them.
A few minutes later, after Foreman had sent everyone off to various jobs, he couldn't help but notice something off with Madelyn. He watched her stroll to radiology:
"Are you checking her out?" Chase asked, nudging Foreman out of his thoughts.
Foreman rolled his eyes, "Of course not. I'm worried about her, though."
