About ten minutes after Nathan called 911, an ambulance showed up at the hotel. The paramedics came into the hotel room with a stretcher.
"Alright, Mr. Smith. We'll take your girlfriend from here." One of the Paramedics said to Nathan. He took out a clipboard and looked at Nathan with his pen ready. "Can you tell me exactly what happened before your girlfriend felt that she was ill?"
"She was sleeping and just woke up," he answered.
"I see." The Paramedic said, as he wrote down Nathan's words. He watched as his two partners, picked up Samantha and layed her down on the stretcher. "What happened after she woke up?"
"She drank a glass of wine and immediately felt ill." Nathan told him. "She had one hand on her forehead, while the other was on her stomach."
The Paramedic nodded and wrote down his words exactly. "I see, I see. Well, we are going to take her to Princeton Hospital. We'll see what the doctor diagnoses her with. We'll see you there."
"Wait..." Nathan said. "Where is the hospital? We're... new in town."
"On the west side of town, Sir. Just follow the signs." The Paramedic said as he got into the driver's side of the ambulance. "We'll see you there!"
Nathan nodded and walked to the station wagon. He got inside and rested his head on the steering wheel.
"This is bad. Bad, bad, bad..." He said.
Nathan sighed as he started up the vehicle and started driving. He followed the signs to the hospital and parked in the hospital's parking lot. He got out and ran through the sliding doors. He ran up to the reception desk and slammed his hand on the counter.
"My girlfriend came in here about ten minutes ago. Do you know what room they put her in?" He asked the receptionist.
She looked at him with a smile that he somehow knew was a fake one. "Hello, sir. What is your girlfriend's name?" She asked, answering his question with a question.
"Samantha Blue," he stated.
The receptionist nodded and started typing on her computer. "She would be in room... 348."
"Ok, What floor is that?" He asked.
"Thanks," he says as he rushes into the room and finds his girlfriend.
Samantha is hooked up to a few machines that beep slowly, and she is sound asleep.
He takes one look at her and gasps. "Samantha!" he shouts as he sits next to the bed and pets her hair.
A doctor walks in and sees Nathan. "Hello, I'm Doctor Chayse."
"What happened to her?" Nathan asked as he saw the doctor come in.
"We think she may have some internal bleeding... we're unsure of the source, but it made her go into a coma," Chayse answered.
Nathan looked at Sam and pointed to her forehead, where there was a big bluish bruise. "Do you think she might have hit her head in the ambulance?" He asked.
"Maybe she did," Chayse answered.
A black man who looked around twenty walks into the room. "Chayse, House wants you to take some blood tests," the man says.
"Alright," Chayse answers. The man leaves. "That was Foreman, He's another doctor," Chayse explained.
Nathan nodded. "This doctor, House. When can I meet him?" he asked.
A young woman with brown hair walks in. "House wants us to meet in his office... now!" she says quickly.
"Ok, Cameron, give me a minute. He rarely visits patients," Chayse answers before leaving.
Nathan sighed and placed a hand on Samantha's.
****Meanwhile in House's office****
House sat in his chair, with his arms folded. "Ah, Chayse. There you are. Nice of you to finally join us."
Foreman sighed and looked at House. "He was with the patient. Which you should be doing as well. You know, be nice and see your patients personally?" House raised an eyebrow and just looked at him. "... or not..."
"The reason why I called everyone in here, was so that we can possibly see if we can help the poor girl. The man who called her his girlfriend, said that she had a glass of wine and felt sick immediately afterwards. What is the first thing that comes to your mind when you hear something like that?"
"That she was drunk?" Chayse suggested.
"She only had one glass, I doubt she was drunk," Cameron corrected.
House shook his head and stood up using his cane. He walked over to a whiteboard and picked up a dry erase marker.
"Cameron is right," he said. "One glass of wine does not make you drunk, unless you're the kind of person who really can't hold their liquor."
He wrote on the board, 'One glass of wine. Not a drunk'. "Her boyfriend then stated that she was holding her forehead and her stomach at the same time. What does that tell us?" He asked them, looking at Chayse in particular.
"She might be pregnant, and have a headache," Chayse answered.
"She's foreteen... I very much doubt she's had sex," Cameron argued.
"It's possible," Foreman chimed.
House nodded. "Ever heard of the Virgin Mary? She was only thirteen when she had Jesus. It is very possible. Plus, her boyfriend looks very much the type to me."
***Suddenly their pagers go off***
Chayse checks his pager, "She's going into anaphylactic shock." He said, running out of the room.
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