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Betting On Life « Thread Started on May 21, 2006, 7:15pm »
Doctor Chase sighed and leaned back in his usual chair in the room beside House's office. On the table was a blasted crossword, a pencil sat beside it unsharpened, untouched after being put down. He was in no mood to do a crossword, no mood to do anything. House had been pushing him around all day, and for some reason, it seemed like it was more than usual. Why? What had he done, that was so bad, that House was being even more a jerk than usual? Had he said something, he wondered. Had he done something other than his job that House wasn't happy about?
Robert Chase tried to think of something. His mind brought him a week back, and everyday until this day. Nothing. They hadn't had a case in a while, but Chase, just as Cameron and Foreman, came in everyday as usual. He was on time. He was never out of dress code, not that House cared. He didn't take overly long breaks; in fact he took few breaks.
Sure, he had worked in the NICU for a few days, but he had to. House was just too much sometimes. He was getting to Chase, and he didn't like it. How do you work for someone so crude and rude? Even Cameron had been pushed away lately. Something was up, or so he figured. Maybe House was still stressed that Foreman wasn't his usual self. Cameron had told him about that, since she was more or less the only one left up there to do anything while he himself was away.
It just didn't make sense. House had no right, no reason, to be this way all of the sudden. It had just come at Chase, and Cameron, and Foreman, all at once. "I bet he's bipolar." The Aussie mused to himself, tilting back in the chair legs. His head was leaned back slightly, and his eyes could just barely see out the window behind him. "That new girl." He thought vaguely. "I bet she's lost."
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Re: Betting On Life « Reply #1 on Jun 6, 2006, 5:05pm »
Eric Foreman wandered back into the conference room, a paper towel clutched in his right fist. He had been idly wiping his hands dry while he made his way down the hall and now the moist paper met its fate in the trash.
They hadn't had a real case in ages and it was starting to wear Foreman out. If they didn't have a bite soon, he was seriously going to consider a transfer. Something where he could be the one in charge and put his talents to use.
He ignored Chase, opting to just sit at the table again in silent reflection. He was almost tempted to hunt House down himself and demand they take a case--any case--but he had yet to become that desperate. A day without a House confrontation was a good day.
When a duckling falls in battle, who is there to pick him up?
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Re: Betting On Life « Reply #2 on Jun 7, 2006, 1:40pm »
Chase's eyes flicked up from the table as he heard the footsteps of Foreman coming in. He opened his mouth as if he had something to say, but closed his lips when he found he had nothing. Whatever it was, it wasn't important enough for him to even remember if he had had anything to say. Maybe he was just being a fish, opening his mouth for air as he died on the land.
The chair legs of his seat crashed into the floor as he let himself down and he stood up. Coffee, that's what he needed, coffee. The all-purpose drink of life.
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Re: Betting On Life « Reply #3 on Jun 9, 2006, 10:58am »
Foreman glanced up from his thoughtful reflection to see Chase rush the coffee pot with a single-mindedness born of necessity. It was a necessity that they find something to do.
"It's only some kinda funny flavoured coffee. Cameron bought today. Fuitastic mocha java gilligilligala or something. It tastes like candy or something." Foreman rolled his eyes. The most exotic thing in his coffee should be milk, not guava. "Speakin' of which, where is she?"
Re: Betting On Life « Reply #4 on Jun 9, 2006, 11:51am »
Cameron breezed into the room and set her case down on the table. "Where's who?" She raised an eyebrow as she glanced over her shoulder and while she hung up her coat.
Once she was satisfied that her coat was hung up properly, she slid into one of the chairs across from Foreman. She unzipped her case and withdrew her laptop, promptly firing it up. She looked up to see Chase helping himself to a cup of coffee. "Oh! Do you like it? It's some new Sumatra blend I found. I haven't gotten a chance to taste it myself, but the saleslady told me it was good."
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Re: Betting On Life « Reply #5 on Jun 10, 2006, 9:08pm »
Chase looked up from the yet to be made coffee, the tiniest grin on his face. "Foreman said it tastes like candy." He told her, then turned away as if candy in coffee was no big deal. Well, that's a lie. Because candy and coffee really shouldn't mix, ever. But well, when you had nothing better to do and needed something to do, you were going to do whatever it was you could do. In this case, Chase was going to drink "coffee" that tasted like candy.
Re: Betting On Life « Reply #7 on Jun 14, 2006, 6:37pm »
Cameron's mouth dropped open as if she were going to protest, but then she thought better of it. There wasn't a need to. They'd already formulated their opinions on the coffee and besides, it was just that: coffee. Shrugging her shoulders, she booted up her laptop before she stood up and crossed the room. She approached Chase and reached over him for her own mug for coffee, but waited for him to fill his own mug first. She glanced around the room, her brows slowly knitting together.
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Re: Betting On Life « Reply #8 on Jun 15, 2006, 5:50am »
Chase shook his head slightly and slowly as he tilted the coffee pot, the small notch over the mug. Steam rose up from both items and the coffee was piping hot. Putting the pot back, Chase took a step over around and behind Cameron until he was on her other side. Half and half sat there in a silvery bin kept cold with ice and sugar packets were around there somewherein a clear plastic container. Stirring sticks the color of fresh blood stood up in a short cillendar. Reaching for one half and half, two sugars, and a stirrer, Chase started to pour and mix the contents. He didn't care if the damned coffee tasted like candy, coffee was coffee and required the usual.
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Re: Betting On Life « Reply #9 on Jun 19, 2006, 8:15am »
Foreman's look grew dark. "Not recently. Last time I saw him, He was bent over me trying to tell my how to do my crossword puzzle. He finally got the hint that I wasn't interested so he left. I don't know what happened to him after that." Maybe he fell in a hole, he thought hopefully. But then his expression brightened.
"Does this mean there's a patient in critical condition that we're going to be treating?" Please say yes, please say yes...
Re: Betting On Life « Reply #10 on Jun 26, 2006, 11:22am »
"Hm..." Cameron frowned thoughfully. Where could he be? She gnawed on her lower lip a moment as she contemplated it. After a moment, she shrugged her shoulders. It wasn't for her to worry about. In response to Foreman's question, she shook her head. "No, no patiet." She almost uttered the words...with remorse.
She filled her own cup with coffee and took a sip. Her eyes shut as she contemplated the taste, and smiled slightly, giving a little nod. True to the saleslady's words, the coffee was good. She wondered what House would think of the flavour of the brew.
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Re: Betting On Life « Reply #11 on Jun 26, 2006, 11:43am »
Foreman sighed. Of course. He'd been getting his hopes up for nothing. "Could just abduct House, force him into taking any case. Think he'd go for that?"
He could already imagine the answers that sort of a question would get: Not if General Hospital's on. He's probably surfing for porn again. I bet he's with Dr. Wilson again.
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