Seriously? Your Name Is Buffy?
4. Seriously? Your Name Is Buffy?
“House, I need you to look at this.”
House ignored the call as he continued walking to the door, only steps away from sweet freedom.
“You’re not going to believe this.”
“If I’m not going to believe it, why bother showing me in the first place?” He asked.
“You really need to come see this.”
With one last look of longing at the door only a few feet away that promised his freedom, he turned back to Cuddy with a sigh.
“Fine. Make it quick.”
Cuddy waited for him to catch up before leading him back into the heart of the hospital.
“Woman in her early to mid 20’s, was brought in with a puncture wound to her stomach.”
“And the part I won’t believe?” He asked with an air of impatience.
Cuddy stopped outside of a room. “Well, she was brought in 2 hours ago by some witnesses that said she was stabbed by a mugger while saving them and well-” She opened the door and motioned him inside.
House gave her an odd look before stepping into the room to see a small blonde woman sitting on the hospital bed, fully clothed and swinging her feet back and forth.
“Where is she?” House asked.
Cuddy motioned to the woman on the bed. “That’s her.”
“She looks fine.”
“I am fine.” The blonde woman announced. “Can I leave now?”
House looked at Cuddy, then back at the blonde woman, then back at Cuddy again.
“And again, the part I won’t believe?”
“Take a look.” She suggested.
House stepped further into the room. “Remove your jacket.”
The blonde let out a huff of annoyance but did as she was told. The lower half of her white shirt was drenched in still wet blood and he briefly wondered how she was even sitting up. He leaned forward and lifted her shirt, his brow furrowing in confusion at the almost smooth skin underneath. All that was there was a scar that looked weeks, perhaps months old.
“are you sure this is her?” He asked Cuddy.
“Yes, Cameron was about to stitch her up, but it looked like it was healing before our eyes.”
“Her is right here and can hear you. Her also has a name. Look it wasn’t that deep, I’m all good to go so I’ll just be on my merry way.”
“Still, to heal that fast….” He trailed off as he stared at her stomach. Was it just him or did the scar become smoother while he watched it.
“I heal fast. Can I go?”
“Just a few minutes-” He looked down at her chart. “-Buffy.” He let out a small snort of laughter.
“Seriously? Your name is Buffy?”
She crossed her arms over her chest as he walked out of the room, snorting with laughter.
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