House MD

Model mayhem

I was standing in the clinic putting away House's latest patient files as he never has the courtesy to do it himself. I turned and saw House walk in but he had a bit of an extra limp. He always rides his motorcycle to work but today he had no helmet. I walked up to him to figure this out

"How'd you get here?" I asked

"By osmosis" he said sarcastically

"No helmet?"

"Didn't seem like riding weather."

"And the fact that you can barely stand upright had nothing to do with it?"

"Infarctions hurt that's what they do."

"Worsening pain could actually be a good thing, means the nerves might be regenerating." I said trying to cheer him up, it was true though and if the nerves are regenerating he could regain use of his leg.

"Could be good, could be bad. Thanks for the differential. Any other options?"

"Why don't you check out some rehab?"

"I did the rehab thing." He brushed over and started walking I followed

"One session and you didn't even finish that session. You stormed out of the office and threw a peanut butter sandwich at your psychiatrist"

"The guy wanted me to visualize the healing, he had it coming"

"At least let me get you an MRI." I pleaded

"Listen King, It's a very simple equation; more pain, more pills." He said as he popped a pill into his mouth

"Okay fine, do it your way but we do have a case" I said as we walked into the elevator

"I don't wanna hear it" he said

"Teenage super model. Presented with double vision, sudden aggressive behavior, cataple-" I said before I was cut off

"You had me at teenage supermodel." He said as he took the file and read it over.

We got to our floor and walked out. We walked into the office, Taub and Chase were there no Foreman. He was probably just running late.
House threw the file at both of them, they grabbed it and started reading it over

"Could be schizophrenia" said Chase as he looked up

"No hallucinations, could be a drug overdose, or cancer" Said Taub

"I like the little ones idea more" Said House referring to Taub

"King and Chase go test her for drugs and get Wilson to test for cancer"

"Okay" I Said as I got up I left the room and Chase followed. We walked down the hall to Alex (the model) 's room. We walked in.

"Who are you?" A man asked as we stepped in, he was being quite rude so I reciprocated the favour.

"I'll be the one saving her life today; assuming she's dying. Who are you?" I replied in the same tone

"He's my father." Said Alex

"Any idea what's wrong with her?"

"No idea, were here to do testing and ask questions." Said Chase again with a tone

I looked at the file at the end of her bed, it said she slapped another model before she passed out. I looked up.

"So what set off the brawl? Did she do something to you?" I asked as I turned to Alex

"I didn't even know her. I don't know what happened." She replied

"Look I know some models are notorious for hissy fits, but Alex, I've never even seen her get angry. Even when she was a kid she was--" her dad said before I cut him off, I didn't need to know her entire life story and I already had a bad feeling about this dad