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"Don't you dare use any of that modern technology bullshit on me!", Christians voice was strained and his chest heaved like that of a bull. Cameron and Foreman exchanged a look, they've dealt with a lot of these people. People who are scared of what they cannot understand. "Sir, we couldn't administer chemo treatments even if we wanted to." Chase spoke up while he checked on the IV bag. "Due to your kidney failure you aren't eligible anymore. The only treatment we can give you is comfort care. Majority of chemo drugs are nephrotoxic and since your body can't flush out the waste it'd only kill you faster." Christian barely reacted. "I want all of you out.", there was pure venom in his voice. The three looked at each other, hesitating. "OUT, NOW!"

Now you looked up from your notes. "So? He's unpleasant. Loads of patients are." He scoffs. "He's an asshole."

Footsteps hallowed through the hallway, House was surprisingly fast considering his bad leg. His diagnostics team ran after him like little ducklings. They were rounding a corner when Chase recognized a person.

"Hey Luke, how are you buddy?" The others didn't even notice him splitting himself from the group. Luke is Christians son. He was also there when his father was admitted to the Hospital and his step mother broke down. "I'm alright." Chase had noticed that something was off the second he first laid eyes on the boy. From what he heard Luke was eleven years old, but he looked more like a 9-year-old. Luke was thin, too thin to be healthy. This could be explained by an illness, at least if you squint a little. But the bruises all over his arms couldn't. The dark purples and blues contrasted heavily against his sickly pale skin. Chase was already suspicious of Christian, but this was a real reason for real concern. The little boy was snatched away before Chase got to speak another word. "Luke come here. We've got an appointment." She stank of cigarettes and perfume. Chase watched the two leave, catching Luke stealing another glance at him.

"What's her name?" The papers shuffled again as you pulled out your folder. "Penny Miller." Chase was now absently gnawing on a Pencil. Your Pencil. You shot a quick glare at him, if he wanted to be a beaver then he could at least use his own pencil.

"Wait isn't she his medical proxy?" He nodded absently. "She's also going to get custody when Christian dies. Which he most definitely will." Your brows furrowed.

"So you called someone you shouldn't have?", now your eyes were trained on him. Slowly and with hesitation he looked up to meet your gaze. "I talked to his ex-wife. She's Lukes mother." The puzzle pieces just clicked. "You called her so she could fight for custody, didn't you?" The blue of his eyes reminded you of the time you spent in Barcelona at the beach. The sun, the sand and the steady ebbing of waves flashed in your mind.

"Yes. I told her about Christians situation. You need to understand, if he died that night Luke would've had no other chance than to stay with Penny." His hands started gesturing lightly. "And that's how you committed a HIPAA violation and breached the hospitals policies." He looked back up at you. "I did what was right." His words sounded firm, but his eyes told a different story.

"It's late. I wish you a good night, we'll talk again soon." With your folder and your briefcase in hand you were about to step out of the room.

"Does that make me a bad doctor?", his voice was barely louder than the humming of the machines. "I can't answer that." You looked over your shoulder, Chase was still in his chair. "You don't want to answer that."

Luckily you had a key to Stacys office. The only thing between you and the end of your workday were these stupid documents that you needed to copy. The printer buzzed along while you sat on the desk. Your eyes wandered across framed certificates and photographs, to the shelves filled with books and folders, until your eyes landed on something in the top corner of the office. It was a security camera. A small smile ghosted over your lips.

"Excuse me, which number is Stacy Warner's office?" She knew people like you. Bureaucrats. The most probable scenario is that House stepped on someone's toes again, or rather kicked someone up the ass.

"No need.", someone behind you spoke. She held out her hand, some might see it as a 'i come in peace' message, others as the universal sign of not-quite-respect. You didn't bother to find out though, instead you gripped her hand and smiled. "In that case i'm assuming you're Miss Warner?" There was some kind of gleam in her eyes, alike little stars. " (Y/N) (L/N). I've heard quite a lot about you." Not sure whether or not you should hold your smile any longer, you nodded.

"You've been caught up to speed, right?" She stirred her coffee, which honestly didn't require any more stirring. "Violation of HIPAA and hospital policies, if i remember correctly." You've read through that , admittedly vague, file a million times if you were being honest. The Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching hospital has seen many more complaints and attorneys before you set foot in it. Most, or basically all, of these are based on Dr. Gregory House's … ways of conduct. Though now it looks like he's been rubbing off onto his peers, more specifically his diagnostics team.

The blinds in Stacys office are not quite shut, that way you can see the sunny weather outside. "I'd suggest starting with the interviews now." Stacys words brought your gaze away from the sunshine and back into her office. "Start with House. Trust me, you'd rather deal with him now instead of at the end of your workday.", you swore the corners of her mouth slightly tugged upwards. After a short exchange of formalities she quite literally shooed you out of her office.

"I dont know what's happening." The teenage boy was on the brink of hysteria. "You think i'm allergic to caffeine?" House sat on his stool, blue eyes searching the blondes face for a big fat sign that says 'moron'. In his opinion there should be one. "If that was the case, the gum you got at the front desk would've knocked you out." The boy's eyes widened. "What kind of coffee do you drink?" House raised an eyebrow, not out of curiosity though. "Dude,i only drink Almond milk latte's. I heard that they totally torture cows for milk." Now both his eyebrows are raised. "Wait a second." He got up and limped towards the door, opening it.

Now he's eyeing one of the workers eating trail mix. "Gimme that.", he stretches out his hand. She hesitantly drops some of nut and raisin mixture into his hand. "Thanks." House limps back to the boy. "Try this." The teenager picks out a raisin. "Nuh uh, the nuts." Lo and behold, a few second after he swallows the variety of nuts the wheezing starts. "You're allergic to nuts, genius." He rummages around for an epi pen and sticks it into the boy like he's a voodoo doll. "heh, nuts."

A knock on the door disturbs the 'consultation'. Someone sticks their head in. He knows that face from somewhere. "Sorry to disturb, but we need to talk." His mouth is pulled into a straight line. "Tell me what you need to while i document nut-boy's allergy." You look at the young man in front of him who looks shaken. "Under four eyes.", you add. He groans and let's his shoulders hang. "But mooooom*, i want to play a little longer." Like with a misbehaving child, you dont give him much attention besides a blank stare. "Alright."

"So, what do you want?" He throws a ball into the air, then catches it. "Im sure you're aware of the complaint made about one of the doctors on your team." He continues playing with the ball. "Did Foreman break in somewhere?" It takes you a few seconds to shake of the perplexed look on your face. "No, i'm talking about Dr. Robert Chase and his HIPAA violation." House now inspects the ball in his hand as if he hadn't seen it every single time when he sat at his desk. "Now this just got interesting." And now that perplexed look is back on your face like a gum sticks to the floor of a dirty train station. "You have heard about this before… right?" His gaze meets you, his expression showing utter indifference. "Nope." With your eyebrows raised you pull out a paper from your folder. "He disclosed PHI without authorisation." He's still looking you dead in the eye. "So he's a tattletale, i'll talk to him." "Sharing protected health information is a serious offense Dr. House. The hospital could face fines and lawsuits." House now puts the ball down. "What's the patient's name?" You glance down at the paper. "Christian Miller." It looks as if he thinks about something for a split second. "Go talk to Chase. In the meantime i need to make sure this guy lives another day." The paper rustles lightly when you put it back in the folder. "What do you mean?" House gets up and grabs his cane. "He's basically on his deathbed."

You were directed towards the lab. Even though it was still sunny out, the lab was pretty dim. The door was held open by a door stopper, but nevertheless you knocked. The man sitting in the lab looked up from the sample he was examining. "Are you Dr. Chase?", you took a step inside the room. "Yes, who's asking?" He shoves the safety glasses up and fixes it on top of his head. "(Y/N) (L/N), Associate Council." Now you take a few more steps across the room, walking past apparatuses that give a soft humming sound from them. "How can i help you?", you can tell he tries to appear unbothered, but something in his eyes tells you he has been expecting someone of your kind.

"I'm here to sort out the HIPAA breach you committed." His expression instantly hardened at your words, maybe it was also your cool, sterile tone. Like the grey edges of a block of cement or the smell of hand sanitizer that crawls up your nose. He pulls down his safety glasses again. "Go ahead, tell me how i assessed the situation wrongfully." He whispered. "I want to hear the whole story. From the second that Christian got admitted to the hospital."