A/N: I have no ownership or rights to either of the intellectual properties used herein, save for the idea of this story itself. The intellectual properties are owned by other, richer, people.
The ain part of this story is set between episodes 2 and 3 of House, MD, season 4. This chapter is about 3 weeks earlier, about a week and a half or so before the start of season 4. I am not a Doctor, though I have a friend who is. Any mistakes or misconceptions herein are all mine.
Princeton-Plainsburo Teaching Hospital
Hannah lay in bed, highly bored. She had two broken legs, but that was okay. It wasn't like she could feel them. She couldn't feel anything, save for some pressure. She had a congenital condition called CIPA, that is, Congenital insensitivity to pain with anhidrosis. Which meant she didn't feel pain, heat, cold, and couldn't sweat. She was 14 years old, and already more than halfway through her expected lifespan. Most of those with this condition died before they were 3; it was almost unheard of to reach 25.
She was recovering, she knew that. She had broken her legs in a grand gesture to show how little she could be hurt, no matter what that Ass, Dr. House, said. Turns out, she was being hurt, even if she couldn't feel it. She had been suffering not from the injuries of the car accident that had her mom in the other bed in the room [though only for another couple days] and broken legs, but from a 25 foot tapeworm in her intestines!
Watching that be pulled out of her gut had been disgusting. But also kind of cool.
So, now she had to wait for her legs to heal. Which seemed like it was taking forever! She could only watch so much TV. She could only talk to her Mom so much. Her friends usually only came about once a week or so, and then only for an hour or so at a time. And everytime she slept for the last couple weeks, she got nightmares. Not of the tapeworm coming out, which she would have understood, but of monsters, like vampires and stuff. Which was nuts.
A timer went off, and she looked to the side. 'Oh. Ugh. time for the bathroom.'
Like most sufferers of CIPA, she also had no idea when she needed to empty her bladder. So, she tended to have a fairly specific timing on how long after meals till she had to go and let it out. And now was the time. She wanted to get out of bed and just walk to the bathroom, but knew that would make her Mom yell at her. So, she bent over, reached out, and grabbed the wheelchair sitting by the bed. When she threw the covers off, though, she saw something that sort of freaked her a little bit.
"Mom! Call the doctors! I peed the bed, and it's bloody!" Hannah exclaimed.
Abby looked over at her daughter's bed, then smiled sadly. "Honey, I think, not sure, but I think it isn't pee. I think you started your period."
"My - my period?! But-"
"Yes. I'm not a hundred percent sure, but I've been expecting it for a while now," Abby explained, reaching for the call button anyways. The sheets would have to be changed, after all.
Willow and Kennedy were enjoying a bright sunny day at the beach, Willow on her laptop and Kennedy sunning, when Willow gasped. In the three and a half years since the Slayer-Activation Spell was cast, a few things about it had been learned. first, it had only activated those Potentials between menarche and 19. When new Potentials reached menarche [had their first period], they would become Active. And Willow always felt it. By now, it wasn't a surprise, really. About one girl a month, on average, activated. Which might seem like a lot, but they were also losing a girl every 3-5 weeks, as well, even with all the new advantages Slayers had now.
Kennedy, hearing the gasp, and correctly interpreting it, just reached out, grabbed the mobile phone, and handed it to Willow. Willow took it, then swiftly cast a couple quick spells, to try to figure out where the new girl had activated. Determining it was nearly straight North of her, in about the New England area of the US, she hit the speed-dial for Cleveland.
"Hello, Robin! No, nothing urgent. A new girl just Activated, gimme a minute, looks like, ummmm, somewhere in the Princeton region. Do we have anyone there?"
Robin chuckled. "Actually, Dawn and Xander are touring the Princeton campus; Dawn was considering going there next year. So, I can call them."
"Oh, no! I'll do it! I don't get to talk to Xander nearly often enough!" Willow gushed out quickly.
"If you insist." Robin didn't sound put-out at all.
"Well, talk to you later."
"Later, Ms. Rosenberg."
Willow hit the disconnect, then speed-dial for Xander. She waited through the rings, till it went to voice-mail. "Xander. Xander! It's Willow. I found out you were in Princeton, and it looks like a new Slayer just Activated somewhere in that town. Thought I'd let you know. I'll call again tomorrow, about this time, with more information."