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  "So, do I have to look for the tickets up someone's butt?" I sarcastically asked.

  "That would actually be a great pn, unfortunately, to do that, I would have to put them in there first," House said with feigned disappoi a moment ter, reag bato his coat pocket and taking out two pickets.

  "You're wele. I could have 'fotten' to give you the return one, but I'm feeling generous," the man said with a fake smile as he handed me the two tickets.

  "I'm touched by yenerosity," I said apathetically, tug the tickets into my pants, not without cheg them first. Knowing House, the man could easily sider it a joke to give out fake tickets somehow.

  "Well, kid, I'll leave you to it. I have a date with Carmen and her amnesia iernity lounge," House said, rising to his feet with restraiement. "By the way, what are you doing today?" he asked, surprisihe question itself was quite friendly, something House obviously wouldn't do.

  "What's going on?" I asked suspiciously, looking at the man.

  "I 't be ied in my protege's day?" House asked with exaggerated offense on his face.

  "No, you don't ask those questions," I said bluntly.

  "Would you believe me if I said I ged and now I care about you?" House asked, abruptly stopping, putting, in his opinion, a toug expression on his face.

  "No, and don't do that, it's scary," I repeated, stepping back from the strange man.

  Sighing, House straightened up again, "no humility, huh?" he said ironically, shaking his head.

  "You know very well that I'm going to the skills b," exasperated by his jokes, I said, rolling my eyes.

  "Was it that hard?" raising his free hand dramatically, House exaggeratedly asked, "have a great day at the skills b," he said again, ag strangely, lightly tapping my shoulder before leaving his office.

  "Thank you," I said, puzzled. House was obviously pnning something.

  Leaving the strange behavior of House in the bay mind, I headed to the skills b that I usually used to practice everything I had once learned along with the eiques I found in various library books.

  After several minutes of perf suture teiques oer another, following my ep by step, the door of the b opened. "I k was a lie," Dr. Wilson said with a small victorious smile.

  "What?" I asked, puzzled by the man.

  "House," Dr. Wilson simply said by way of expnation.

  "I was supposed to be in House's office when you arrived to take you to the boardroom," the man indicated with a hint of ahat I should follow him.

  "The boardroom?" I asked.

  "Yes, you've impressed a lot of people, PJ," pg his hand on my shoulder, the man said, "Cuddy reported your achievement to the board, and they want to meet you. We were supposed to be there several minutes ago," he said hurriedly.

  Following Dr. Wilson through the hospital corridors, we arrived at a room I had never been in before.

  Besides Dr. Wilson, o other people in the room were wearing b coats, but a few dozen others like Dr. Cuddy were dressed formally.

  "This must be the one everyoalking about, a little te, but all good things tend to e st, right?" one of the formally dressed people, a tall woman with gsses, said with a small professional smile.

  "PJ, this is President Linda Hagemeyer, the president of East Texas Tech," Dr. Cuddy said, stepping forward to stand beside the president, her eyes widening in my dire.

  "Pleased to meet you, President Hagemeyer," feeling unfortable in the presence of so many well-dressed people, I said, nodding as formally as possible, elig a slight nod from Dr. Cuddy with a smile.

  "Oh, please don't be so formal, e, take a seat," the woman said, maintaining a professional smile as she poio a chair at the end of a long table.

  As I sat down, I noticed how the vast majority of people in the room kept their attention fixed oh smiles simir to President Hagmeyer's. Strangely, I felt like I was ba the school hallways when I was the ter of attention. "Oh, five my rudeness," President Hagmeyer said, taking a seat at the other end of the table.

  "I'm sure you know most of the people in b coats in this rht now, the department heads," the president tinued, pointing with her open palm to one side of the table.

  I didn't know everyone, in fact, I only kwo doctors out of the nine present, Dr. Wilson and Dr. Stratford.

  The doaintained friendly smiles on their faces as they silently greeted me with a nod of their heads.

  "And on this side, we have the legal and public retions team from both the hospital and the uy," the president tinued, pointing in the same manner across from the doctors.

  The legal and public retions team, oher hand, had strange smiles as they unsciously leaned slightly towards me, which was slightly disturbing.

  "I don't know if you're aware of what you've done for this hospital," leaning ba her chair, President Hagmaeyer said, "being reized in a Nobel Prize-winning article is an achievement that many hospitals and uies dream of having, and until retly, it was my uanding that the uy hospital had indeed achieved this feat," surprisingly keeping her smile pletely stable, the president tinued.

  I noticed Dr. Cuddy o me slightly nodding her head with a forced smile.

  "And what a surprise to discover that it was all thanks to a brilliant teenager who wasn't listed in any uy records," g her hands while still maintaining her smile, the president said.

  "So, I anized a meeting to, on behalf of the uy, thank you for your incredible achievement and to find out about your experience here?" widening her smile slightly, opening her shoulders, basically being more open with her body nguage, the woman asked.

  After finishing her little speech, once again all the eyes of the people present fell on me.

  "It's been excellent, Dr. Cuddy and all the doctors at the hospital have been very helpful," I replied unsurely. I didn't really know what respohe president was looking for, but judging by Dr. Cuddy's small rea, it ossibly the best response I could have given.

  "I'm very gd to hear that. Now, onto the more important topiow, your mother works at the hospital, right?" still smiling, the woman asked.

  "Yes, she's a nurse," I replied calmly.

  "That's perfect, we would like tanize a meeting with your parents to discuss your formal registration at the uy, of course, everything would be free," maintaining her professional smile, the woman tinued.

  "I'm sorry, what would that entail?" I asked, beginning to form a theory about the strange behavior of the non-medical people present.

  "Oh, just an 'update' to the bes you already have, you'll be able to attend any css you want, for example," the president said with a bit of nervousness.

  I uood what was happening, of course I knew what being reized in a Nobel Prize-winning article meant for a uy, what the president was doing was seg the uy's name in anything I could achieve iure, hehe presence of the public retioment.

  "Dr. Cuddy also mentioned some time ago about the possibility of witnessing any surgery I wanted, of course, only as an observer," I ily said.

  "Oh," removing her smile for practically a fra of a sed, the president directed her attention to the representatives of the legal department who immediately nodded almost imperceptibly, "of course, sider it done," returning to her previous position, the president nodded cheerfully.

  "A's say, if one of these days I wao publish an artiy own, would I have the support of the uy?" I asked, gauging the president's respohrough her body nguage. Usually, it's necessary to have a title for any medical journal to accept articles for publication, but in some cases, journals allow colboration from authors who demonstrate their knowledge without the need for a title, in this case with the support of a uy.

  "Of course," the president said, pleasantly surprised.

  "Then I 't say I'm ed. Thank you very much for this opportunity," I said, smiling widely. I khat the president would possibly be willing to offer me anything as long as I was formally registered at the uy. Now, until I graduated from my formal education, any achievement would be shared with the uy.

  I had no problem with the idea of sharing reition. After all, the hospital, and therefore the uy, owning the property allowed me access to equipment that I wouldn't otherwise be able to access.

  "I'm very happy to hear that. Now, all we need is some papers for your parents to sign, and we officially reize you as a uy member," the president said cheerfully, making the public retions representatives strangely appud with excitement.

  Following the public retions representatives, the doctors and wyers also began to appud. The whole situation seemed embarrassing to me; nearly twenty unknown person were calmly giving an ovation to my achievements.

  After the president's annou, the people, specifically the doctors, in the room approached me personally to gratute me on my achievements. After each excited gratution, each doctor took a few seds to introduce themselves and offer their help whenever needed. All those I hadn't met previously seemed especially ied in me remembering them.

  "The way you asked for more things was a smart move," the st to approach me, Dr. Wilson, in his friendly manner, said, avoiding being heard by other people.

  "I feel like I could've asked for more," I murmured.

  "You could've asked for a parking spot," Dr. Wilson said, shrugging.

  "PJ, we'll see each ain in a few days. I'll get in touch with your parents te a meeting. Agai me thank you and gratute you for your tribution," the president said formally a handshake. "I expect great things from you as you tih excellent work."

  The president, along with the public retions teams and legal representatives, left the room.

  With the 'external' people from the hospital out of the viity, the doctors still present thought it appropriate to approach me again. From how they boasted about their achievements and advas, it seemed like the doctors were trying to impress me. Fortunately, all the topics discussed were about medical achievements; otherwise, I would have found a way to escape the situation.

  "I think that's enough; we all still have work to do," Dr. Cuddy said over the voices of the doctors, managing to get the excited doctors to leave the room a moment ter.

  "Thank you for speaking well of me with the president," Dr. Cuddy said, approag.

  "It's nothing," I assured her, "I didn't know I was a secret to the uy though," I said with a slight ironic smile. I could expect that from House, but Dr. Cuddy? It seems I don't know the woman well enough to deduce her as.

  "You weren't a secret at all. I accepted having you here because House showed me that Dr. Thomas had taken an i in you, but I didn't think it would be enough for the uy to allow you to stay," Dr. Cuddy said assertively. "But with you adding the uy's o the article, that's settled," Dr. Cuddy tinued, relieved, as we walked out of the meeting room.

  The day tinued, and I was able to return to the skills b without many more people gratuting me to dazzle me with their own achievements, fortunately.

  Like every day after the hospital, I went to my training with Case, where we practiced different teiques of punches, kicks, and submissions once again.

  "I won't be able to e tomorrow or Saturday," at the end of the training, pying our chess game, I told Case.

  "Okay," the muscur man said without much importance, keeping his attention on the board.

  "I'm going to Boston," I tirying to start a versation.

  "Look, kid, as I told you the first time, e often or don't e at all, missing two days is fine, you don't have to give me excuses," Case said, removing his attention from the board with his ever-present frown.

  "I uand, I just wao make some versation. I like ames, but silence be a bit awkward," I quickly defended myself.

  Case, maintaining his frown, stared at me for several seds. "Okay, why are you going to Boston?" l his head slightly and losing the frown for a few seds, Case asked.

  "That's it, was that so hard?" I asked cheerfully, receiving only a raised eyebrow from Case.

  Accepting my defeat, I fot the cheerful attitude and briefly told Case the reason for my trip.

  "So, you're like a genius?" during the story, Case, getting more fortable, asked ied.

  "I've studied a lot," I expined.

  "I k wasn't normal for a child to know so much about ligaments and bones," Case nodded slightly.

  "Well, ligaments and bones are a big part of studying medie," I joked.

  "Winning this award sounds like a great achievement," Case said, moving one of his pieces.

  "Yes, the Nobel Prize is one of the highest reitions a doctor receive," I calcuted my move while response.

  "So, now you're famous, will you be in the neers?" Case asked, raising one of his eyebrows, seemingly more ied in our versation.

  "Oh no," I responded immediately, more attention? No thanks. I needed reition within the medical unity; I wasn't ied in any fame or public reition.

  "I appeared in the neer a few times," surprisingly, Case said, sharing a piece of his past, "I won some jiu-jitsu tours," he expined.

  "When did this happen?" I asked, ied in the small part of my 'sensei's', as Tim called him, past. "Many years ago," lost in his memories, Case replied.

  "Was this when you were in Brazil?" I asked again, seizing the rare opportunity when Case was actually willing to talk.

  "Checkmate in seven," Case interlocked his arms, ign my question.

  I khat gradually the man would be willing to tell his iing story, but in the meantime, I had lost aname.

  "You're improving, but again, you're fog too mu the game and not on the pyer," cryptically, Case said, gathering his things before heading into his camper.

  "Okay," I half-uood his cryptic message, saying to myself before heading home.

  During dinner, I told my family about my invitation to Boston the day. Bob readily agreed, a sehat Mom proudly shared.

  "So, your father will take you to school tomorrow, and then pick you up to go to the hospital. You o pack," Mom said excitedly after dinner.

  "Yeah, don't worry, I'll do it ter," I tried to reassure Mom, but apparently, she didn't hear me as she walked out of earshot muttering things.

  As usual, after dinner, Bob, Gabe, and I trained in the garage. Despite training daily with Case, the man had also instructed me on the 'correct' way to perform exercises to develop useful muscles so I train in home with real weigths and not just some random sand bags.

  When we firaining as usual, only Bob and I remained behind, as Gabe, still very young, had to leave earlier to avoid any injuries.

  "You're making so much progress, ihing" still in the garage before we left, Bob stopped me, putting his hand on my shoulder, "I've been saying it a lot tely, PJ, but still, I feel like I'm not saying it enough. I'm so proud of you," he tinued, pullio a hug.

  The hug sted a few seds until, pushing me slightly out of his embrace "e on, you're all sweaty", Bob said pyfully as he ed his hands in his shirt.

  "You're oo talk," I replied with a smile, leaving the garage with him.

  I parted ways with Bob on my way to my room to grab clothes before taking a shower.

  In my room, my bed and part of Gabe's bed were covered in clothes, specifically mine. Seeing Gabe on his owhe boy indicated to me with his eyes to our closet where Mom was stantly looking for clothes. "Oh, PJ, I have several options for you," turning and fag me with a big smile, Mom said, showing me shirts in her hands.

  "Mom, remember I'm only going for three days, right? I think I'll be fih just my backpad some ges" I said worriedly, seeing the mess the petite woman had made.

  "Of course, I remember yoing just three days, you need a lot of clothes so no backpack. Right now, it's very cold in Boston you'll need several ges," Mom said seriously, "in fact, I unpacked your coats and jackets. I 't find yloves, but you buy some at the airport before heading out into the cold," she tinued as she began to pack clothes into a suitcase.

  "I also took out your suit. The party is formal; you have to dress elegantly," grabbing a suit that I had only seen once while unpag the boxes, Mom said.

  "I don't think it'll fit me anymore," taking it from the small woman's hands, I said, looking at the slimness of the garment. I had grown enough in these months of training, and this suit was doubtlessly something PJ wore retly.

  "That's a problem," paring the size of my torso with the suit jacket, Mom said thoughtfully.

  "I buy a piar in Boston as well, possibly even at the airport," I said, tossing the suit onto Gabe's bed.

  "Yes, that would be best," Mom nodded slowly, saying, "Well, we'll sort that out tomorrow," g once, Mom tinued pag clothes into the suitcase.

  "I'm going to take a bath," I said, trying to ighe scattered clothes in the room, grabbing some of my clothes from Gabe's bed, I left the room to start my nightly routine.

  In the end, it didn't really matter what clothes Mom chose; anything in my closet would be something I could wear without any problems.

  "Mom said to put your suitcase in the living room so Dad remembers to take it," Gabe said, apparently ready for bed, lying on his bed as I returo my room.

  "Ok thanks," I said, pig up the suitcase, which was heavy enough for Mom, a woman just over four months pregnant, to carry without it being dangerous.

  Ba my room, dressed in my pajamas, I was ready to sleep. "PJ, are you still awake?" in the darkness of our room, Gabe asked, in his voice, suddenly breaking the silence.

  "What's up, buddy?" I asked, trying to see the child in the darkness.

  "Where's Boston?" Gabe asked, still with a hint of in his voice.

  "Boston is the capital city of Massachusetts, to the right of New York on a map," I calmly replied.

  "Is that very far?" Gabe asked weakly.

  "It's almost a four-hour flight," I expined, "but hey, don't worry, I'll be back here by Sunday at the test," I reassured my brother.

  "All right," much calmer, Gabe said, then surprisingly fell immediately asleep.

  That night, for some reason, I slept peacefully.

  The day, as nned, Bob took me to school while Mom took Teddy and Gabe.

  At school, when I arrived at my locker in the m, as was a daily tradition, Kat arrived a few moments ter. "What did you do?" leaning on the locker o mine, she asked, ed.

  "I took some of my books out of my locker," I said, showing her my algebra book, jokingly.

  "With my dad" she crified with annoyance, "he asked me to invite you to dinner," Kat tinued, with a puzzled look on her face.

  "Really?" I asked, incredulous.

  "Yes, during di night, he told me to ask you," Kat expined, still puzzled.

  "Well, it's just something that happe the hospital, nothing important," I said, not wanting to boast about such a trivial achievement to normal high school teenagers.

  "Well, whatever it was, it had Dad very excited; he was very insistent that you accept the invitation," Kat tiill puzzled by the whole thing.

  "I won't be in town until Sunday night, so maybe week," I said, "do you think that's okay with your parents?" I asked.

  "Oh, yeah sure, Dad was just super ied in having a versation with you I don't think he mind if it's tomorrow or in a week, and Mom was excited because she'll finally get to meet you," Kat said, amused, still leaning on the locker.

  "Finally?" raising one of my eyebrows, I asked loftily, causing the teeo lose her smile. "Strange."

  "What's strange?" nervously, Kat asked.

  "Finally" I repeted growing a smile "that means she's heard some things about me," narrowing my eyes, I said, making Kat tense up a bit. "Someone has told her a lot about me, but who?" smming my locker shut, I asked, surprising Kat, "possibly your sister," adjusting my backpay shoulder, I preteo theorize, avoiding smiling at the unscious look of relief Kat made.

  "Well, whatever," taking pity oeenager, I said, "thank your parents for me," I tinued.

  The day at school passed without much else, and in the end, Bob was waiting in his truck ready to go to the airport.

  After nearly two hours of travel, outside the airport, Bob was helping me unload the suitcase from the trunk. "Does your mom know you're only going for three days, right?" looking at the suitcase on the ground, Bob asked.

  "Yeah," staring at the suitcase o Bob, I said, somewhat amused.

  "You would have been fih a backpack," smiling and lightly tapping my shoulder, Bob said.

  "That's what I said," smiling back at the man, I replied.

  "Well, we arrived with an hour and a half to spare, more than enough time to gh security," keeping one of his hands on my shoulder, Bob said, while cheg the time with his other hand.

  "Thanks fing me," lifting the handle of the suitcase, I said, immediately pulled into a hug by the man.

  "You don't have to thank me, PJ, do you have your cash?" Bob asked. When he picked me up from school some time ago, he brought along with my luggage some cash for anything I might need.

  Although I had my credit card with me, I couldn't blindly rely on it; there might not be an ATM nearby.

  "Yes, don't worry," hugging the tall man affeately, I said calmly.

  "Good, when you get to Boston airport, remember to find a payphoo call home," Bob said seriously, stepping away from me.

  "I won't fet," I assured him.

  "Okay," Bob said, sighing thoughtfully before smiling again, "go have fun, or whatever you brainiacs do," patting my back, Bob said as a farewell.

  "Sure, thanks, Dad," I replied, grabbing my luggage and walking into the airport.

  The st time I was at an airport was a few days after the attack, when airlines began selling ercial flights again. Airport security had been forced to improve; security checks were, for obvious reasons, much stricter, and the whole process was incredibly slow.

  After bidding farewell to Bob, passing through security took no more than ten minutes. My luggage wasn't ied by any officers, and my driver's lise was suffit for identification. Iime than I had anticipated, I found myself inside a waiting area, waiting for my flight to be called for b.

  With nothing more than a few magazines handed out by airport staff, the hour of waiting was extremely monotonous.

  When they finally called my flight to board, I took my pce among the sea of people in line before entering the pne, finding my seat.

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  Author Thoughts:

  As always, I'm not Ameri, not a doctor, and not a fighter. (Thanks for reminding me.)

  I know I promised to publish more chapters per week, and I wasn't lying about that. However, midterm exam season has returned, so I have to study. But once I'm doh the exams, I'll have 3-4 weeks of "calm" (help), so I'll have more time to write.

  With that said,

  I think that's all. As always, if you find any errors, please let me know, and I'll correct them immediately.

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