Wednesday Night, November 16, 2005

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Dr House is in the clinic. He doesn't intend to work, but when does he ever intend to work? He's checked on Jack, and is at the reception desk, pen in hand.

He has coffee and lollypops. Maybe even a crossword puzzle book he's confiscated from wilson.

Interrupt if you feel so inclined. He really doesn't mind a patient now and then.

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[demonbelthazor]

Belthazor shimmered into the clinic, Phoebe in his arms. "Need a doctor here," he called out.

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"Take her to Exam 1." House gestured in the general direction of the exam room with his cane, then lunged to his feet to follow. "What happened?"

[demonbelthazor]

Belthazor brought Phoebe to the indicated exam room and set Phoebe on the bed. "Not sure," he said. "I came back from class and she was like this. She's burning up and keeps passing out."

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House left his cane propped against the wall, and snapped a pair of exam gloves on before moving to the bed.

"What's your relationship to her?"


[OOC: Should his initial exam reveal anything specific? Read the post in Pheobe's journal...]

[demonbelthazor]

"She's my future Queen of the Underworld soulmate girlfriend," Bel answered.



[OOC: She's suffering from exhaustion and a nasty case of the flu.]

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"You seen her recently? Before now. Has she ben feeling bad at all? Run down? Stressed? Nauseous? Anything you can tell me will help." House cuffs her arm, checks her blood pressure. "In fact, there's a clipboard out on the desk with a couple of forms I need filled out. Do you know if she's been to the clinic before?"

[demonbelthazor]

"She's been pretty stressed," Belthazor said. "She was taking the crap they're saying about Angelus pretty hard. She was throwing up last night, too, but she seemed okay this morning." He searched his memory. "I think she was here once during the zombie attack."

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Angelus. House sighs. He doesn't believe all the crap that's been floating around, but doesn't say so.

"What's her name?" House is pretty sure he didn't treat her, he's not always accurate with names, but he remembers faces.

"My initial diagnosis is flu. I need to take a blood asmple before I'll know for sure."

[demonbelthazor]

"Phoebe," Bel answered. "Phoebe Halliwell. Flu...that means she'll be okay, right? She just needs to rest?"

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"Rest, antibiotics, less stress." House prepared the syringe to pull a bit of blood. "Before I do this, is she...is there anything I need to know about her blood?" He asked, skeptical after some of the blood issues he'd seen amung the students.

[demonbelthazor]

Bel hesitated. "She's...a witch," he finally said. She'd outed herself while running for president, after all, so it wasn't like it was a big secret. "Her blood should be human, though. Mostly."

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House nodded. he could deal with that. As long as it wasn't going to attack him as soon as he drew it out.

He prepared her arm and slid a needle under the skin.

"Give me about half an hour to run the test. You can fill out the paperwork while you wait." House went out to get the clipboard, passed it over to Bel. "I'll be in the lab, if you need me in the meantime."

[demonbelthazor]

Bel took the clipboard and sat down in a chair next to Phoebe's bed, trying to fill out the form as best he could. Height, yeah. Weight? Have to guess for that. Birthdate, room number, phone. Nearest relative? That would be Piper.

Phoebe moaned softly, and he set the clipboard down to take her hand. "I'm right here, sweetheart," he said. "You're gonna be okay."

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"Looks like a severe case of the flu." House announced, limping back into the room. He hung his cane on the end of the bed and moved up to the side, to check her vitals once more, make sure nothing had changed dramaticly. "Nothing a little bed rest and antibiotics can't cure." He rattled a box of Zithromax. "Any allergies, that you know of?"

[demonbelthazor]

"None that I know of," Bel said. "Does she have to stay here or can I bring her home? How long should she stay in bed?"

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"She should stay here, at least until she's coherent. I'll give her an IV, push some fluids, that'll get her moving forward. Think you can spare a couple hours?"

[demonbelthazor]

"Yeah, sure," Bel said, nodding absently. "Whatever she needs. Can I stay here with her?"

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"As long as you want." House went about setting up the IV. "I'll be in the office a while longer. After that, you can page me if you need me. I'll send Wilson to check on her first thing in the morning to see if she's good to go."

[demonbelthazor]

"Thanks, doc," Belthazor said, relieved. He handed House the clipboard. "I filled that out as best I could but she'll probably have some corrections to make."

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"It's good." House took the papers. "Thanks. Let me know if you need anything." House grabbed his cane and headed ointo the office.