Diagnosing Mattie

House limped over to Matilda's bedside, cane tapping loudly on the floor as he walked. He had been assigned to this patient for no reason of which he knew, and was rather pissed off because of it. Because the lifts were currently out of order he had had to walk down several flights of stairs to the ER. Once he had reached the bed, he glanced down at the notes by the table, where one of the paramedics had scruffily written down her symptoms. Glancing over them it was quite clear to him that she had some kind of poisoning. Taking out a syringe from one of the cabinets nearby, he continued his limp towards her, with the aim of getting a blood sample.

Matilda was unconcious on the bed. She didnt move but her breathing was deep and forced. Like she was struggling a little to breathe

House stuck the needle in her, filling it with her blood, and then proceeding to limp away, with the syringe in hand, up to his team to get it tested.
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Around twenty minutes later House limped back into the room, now knowing what the cause of this was. Cyanide Poisoning. Quite severe as well, he had a syringe full of Hydroxycobalamin, which was some sort of chemical that would filter the cyanide out of her system. It was quite popular in France, particularly for victims of smoke inhalation. In theory it should work well enough here. "There we are," he muttered, injecting it into her arm.

Matilda's breathing gradually became more normal until it was almost fine. Apparently the antidote had worked.

House paused for a moment, wondering whether he should bother going back upstairs. If he did then he would probably be forced into some other case by Cuddy. On the other hand he could stay here, probably without disturbance for the next several hours, until the end of the day. Limping over to the chair in the right hand corner of the room, he sat down, glancing at his watch.

After around 20 mins, Matilda awoke, choking and panicking. As she looked around and realised where she was, she started to feel panick inching up the back of her neck and her eyes opened wide in terror. "What. What happened? Why am I here!" she gasped, trying to breathe but fear made her need to breathe slowly.

House looked at her, frowning. He was really hoping that she'd gone into a coma or something. At least that way he wouldn't have to deal with another whiny patient. "Relax, kid. Your in a hospital," House said irritably, leaning back in the chair, "As for why your here, well, that one you obviously already know. Though how did you get your hand on that? Seems a rather unusual feat for someone who looks about 12."

Matilda didn't know what do. This was her worst nightmare being lived. "I... I... I'm 14" she stuttered weakly, unable to say anything more she looked down.

"You are?" House asked, in exaggerated surprise, standing up from his chair, "Well, this is the time where I leave the room. You'll probably be moved up to the ER soon." House grabbed his cane, slowly making his way towards the door.

Matilda stared up at house in shock having never met someone so rude. "your just going to leave me." she stated plainly. She could feel a 'downturn' coming and as she looked around she saw numerous sharp objects and toxins.

Matilda stared up at house in shock having never met someone so rude. "your just going to leave me." she stated plainly. She could feel a 'downturn' coming and as she looked around she saw numerous sharp objects and toxins. In particular, she saw a large, sterile scalpel staring at her from nearby.

"Yep, your in a stable enough condition," House said nonchalantly, not pausing on his walk towards the door, "Do you have an objection to that?"

"Do I have an objection to sitting in a basement of my own personal hell on my own for god-knows how long it takes you to find an incapable twat to attempt to find out whats wrong with me?" Mattie said hotly, her temper rising

"I know exactly what's wrong with you," House said, in a slightly smug tone of voice, pausing by the door, "And you'll be out of here soon enough. As I said, they'll move you to IE soon."

"fine." she said quietly. The tone and volume of her voice dropping. "Whats wrong with me then?" she asked House, smugly, but not as arrogantly as House's response.

"Cyanide Poisoning," House said, his smirk quite heavily pronounced, "It's a surprise your still alive really. Pretty much had a lethal dose of it."

Matilda looked at House in confusio for a moment. "Cyanide? What the..." she started, a look of incomprehension on her face. "How could that have happened?" She murmed with concern

"I've no idea. I'll leave you to ponder over it on your own," House said, opening the door to walk through.

"Fine!" she exclaimed with annoyance. Finding House's attitude frustrating. He had to be the rudest person she had ever met but she was forced to admit his rudeness amused her slightly

House walked through the door, not bothering to look back or close the door behind him.

Matilda didn't even give it a minute before she was on her feet and walking swiftly to the door. Her mood was changing and she didn't to be in there when it did

House heard the sounds of footsteps from the room behind him, and swivelled round, walking back towards the door, looking rather irritated. "Have you never been to a hospital before?!" House asked with disdain, and then spoke slowly, as one would to a small child, "Get back into bed, you won't be in that room for much longer."

"my last trip to the hospital was not a pleasant experience. I tend to avoid them at all costs." She whispered angrily, refusing to move. "I am fine, now I wish to leave." she demanded firmly

"No, your not fine, and your not leaving," House said irritably, "Do you know what Cyanide is? No, Clearly not. You need to stay her so you recover from it."

"I don't care. I do not wish to stay here. Being here right now is bad enough!" Mattie complained angrily