Following House through the hospital corridors, we quickly arrived at a small waiting room where an equally small family of three people, two women, and a man, was waiting.

  "He's resting-" one of the three people waiting there spoke quickly, a girl of just over twenty whely seemed familiar to me, before being interrupted.

  "I’m Dr. House," he interrupted seriously, limping forward, "I’m your son’s physi," he tinued immediately, elig puzzled looks from the people in front of him.

  "Oh, you’re the one we haven’t met yet," the older woman sarcastically spoke as she settled into her seat.

  "You’re the one he hasn’t met," the man added quickly, annoyed, "how you treat someohout meeting them?" he asked incredulously, even more upset.

  "It’s easy if you don’t give a crap about them," House replied ironically, leaning on his e and surprising the people in front of him. Before the annoyed family could respond, House tinued, "that's a good thing," House ented, selling the idea, "if emotions made you act rationally, then they wouldn’t be called emotions, would they?" he tinued quickly, supp his idea, "that’s why we have this nice division of bor: you hold his hand, I get him better. If I start tug him in at night, well, that’s not fair to you guys, and if you start prescribing medie, that’s not fair to me," House asserted, iing the family's reas. "So what I want to know is: who stepped on my side of the med? Who cared enough to get stupid enough to give him his cough medie?" he asked seriously, judging the family.

  "When we checked in, Dr. Foreman said-" the younger of the two women tried to say quickly.

  "Yesterday, he was gettier; ter that day, he got sick again," House argued, leaning slightly toward the family seriously. "So sometime during the day, someone gave him cough medie," he said, hinting at an unspokeion.

  The three family members of the patient fell silent, avoiding each aze.

  "e on, nobody’s gonna be mad," House assured sarcastically, "I just want to know who tried to kill the kid," he tinued ironically.

  "House, I don’t think-" Dr. Foreman began until the older woman interrupted him, "his throat was sore," the woman admitted with embarrassment.

  Causing House to smile triumphantly, leaning on his e.

  "And now we know," House said humorously, nodding at me, "type four," he added sarcastically.

  House speaking directly to me caught the attention of the three family members of the patient.

  "Who is-" the man was asking before the younger woman interrupted him, "I know you," she affirmed a sed after realizing my presence.

  Before the awkward moment of me nnizing her but she reizing me, House, with a small proud smile, put his hand on my shoulder, "impressive kid, with a engaged woman?" he asked ironically, falsely proud.

  "Stop it," I replied quickly, removing his hand from my shoulder immediately.

  "No," the girl quickly defended herself from the puzzled looks of the other people present, "Brandon and I met him in a café where the barista had some kind of act, aook trol of the situation," she expined quickly, crifying the silent question of everyone present, including me.

  So, the patient is the guy who quickly, by mistake, applied pressions to Sarah, Brandon.

  "Well, that's b," House said somewhat disappointed, "where are the pills?" he asked the older womaurning to the important topic.

  "He took the st of them before he was switched into that room," the woman admitted, somewhat desperate and ashamed.

  "They’re all gone?" Cameron asked seriously.

  "It was just cough medie," the woman decred, worried.

  "No, it wasn't," House denied seriously, "where's the bottle?" he asked, taking a step forward as the woman searched in her bag.

  When House got the small yellow bottle, he read the bel seriously before weighing it directly to the person behind him, me.

  Certainly, the bottle's bel had Brandon's name alongside a prescription for Benzonatate, a cough treatment medication.

  Handing the bottle to Chase, who was beside me, "anything you remember about the medie? The color, the shape, anything," I spoke to the worried family.

  "They were small, round, and yellow," the older woman affirmed, receiving nods from the other two family members.

  "Anything else, anything, a mark on the pill, a groove in the pill, the shape, a letter," I tihe interrogation to check all the boxes.

  "They didn’t have any mark, aer, nothing, just a very small disk-shaped pill," the girl named Mindy expined, whom I vaguely remembered.

  "Good," House said, turning to face us, "Chase, go with the family to the pharmad check it."

  Chase nodded a for the hospital exit with the older woman and Mindy behind him.

  Without saying goodbye to anyone, House began to walk on his own towards one of the hospital corridors.

  Leaving Dr. Foreman and Cameron expining the situation and the theory to possibly Brandon's father, I quickly followed House down the hospital hallway. "I have some things to deal with Cuddy again, kid; we won't be able to go to the ic today."

  "Uood," I replied a bit disappointed. Dealing with patients at the ic, despite being occasionally repetitive, was great practice for patient iion, uhe work of a paramedic, which wasn't always emergency cases.

  "Go watch TV; you o kill a few brain cells," House sarcastically advised as he walked away from me.

  Recalling all the dots I had taken from the library, I headed back to House's office to return them and avoid getting into trouble.

  After returning the borrowed dots and books, I decided to follow House's advid watch TV.

  Reading through the bels of the tapes stored in the video se of the library, I found various surgical procedures, one of which I had never heard of before.

  Taking the tapes, I looked for the person in charge of the hospital's basic equipment administration.

  "Hey, o meet you; could I ask for a TV with a VHS pyer for Dr. House's office?" I kindly asked the library materials manager, handing over the credential that Director Cuddy had allowed me to use.

  Cheg the credential, looking at me suspiciously for a few seds, the manager nodded and stood up to hand me a registratio with a pen.

  Thanking him quickly, I took the pen from his hand to record whatever was necessary.

  "So, do you have access to whatever you need in the hospital?" the manager asked as he pushed a cart with a TV and VHS pyer on top toward House's office with me.

  "Yes, except for medications," I replied, causing him to lower his head in disappoi for some strange reason.

  "Well, that's great, at fifteen, and you have more access to things in the hospital than many people," the manager tinued with amusement as we reached House's office.

  After he finished installing and eg the devices, shaking his hands, "well, it leasure to meet you; my name is Neil. If you need anything, ask for me," Neil said as he stretched out his hand.

  "Likewise, I'm PJ, by the way," I replied as I shook his hand firmly.

  After Neil left the extension o return the equipment ahe office, I set up the first tape, sitting down with one of my notebooks to take notes.

  In my past life, almost all the audiovisual tent I ed was videos about surgical procedures. The fact that during such a delicately careful procedure, the present surgeons had the ability to calmly expin each step in the operation was and still is something I yearo be able to do.

  Taking notes, watg iing or plicated steps of the operation again and again, I lost track of time between video and video.

  "That's The Grey Method," House suddenly said behind me, making me shift my attention from the impressive paroscopic teique to treat gallbdders.

  "Ellis Grey, a witch, crazy and bitter general surgeon," House tinued, grabbing his backpack from behind his desk. "But a brilliant mind in medie," he added, mog.

  "Do you know her?" I asked with i at his description of the doctor.

  "Yeah, unfortunately," House replied sarcastically as he walked out of the room, bidding farewell with reluce. Perplexed by House's departure, I checked my wristwatch, surprised to find that a few minutes past the usual time we left the hospital had already gone by.

  Dialing the extension number from the phone on House's desk, I thanked Neil befrabbing my things and quickly leaving House's office for the hospital exit.

  "PJ," Mom greeted with a bit of fatigue on her face, sitting in one of the chairs in the waiting room in front of the nurses' desk, "I was about to call Dr. House's office, are you done?" she asked, struggling to stand up.

  "Yes, it got a bit te; I was studying some iing videos," I expio her as I helped her stand.

  "It's okay, let's go," Mom replied, grabbing her bag from the seat o her.

  Bidding farewell to Mom's nurse colleagues, I walked out with her to the parking lot. "Take this," she said, stretg her hand before reag the car.

  Extending my hand to take whatever she was giving me, I received the car keys. "You o practice," the woman tinued as she prepared to get into the passenger seat.

  Amused, not really sure if her iion was to let me practice or if she was just doing it because she was tired, I ehe car, opening the passenger door.

  "You have to press the-" Mom was saying before I started the car and smoothly left the parking lot with a few unplicated maneuvers onto the road while listening to the music pying in Mom's car speakers.

  A few moments after being on the road, puzzled by the unnatural silence from Mom, I turo front her about it.

  With an obvious surprised look on her face, she was studying my driving posture. "How do you know how to drive so well?" she asked, astonished.

  Annoyed with myself for my foolish mistake, trying not to lose focus on the road and pretending fusion, "I pay a lot of attention when you and Dad drive," I lied, trying not to appear nervous.

  Letting out a weak ugh, Mom shook her head slightly, "clearly, you're my son; you have my same talent for driving," she said calmly as she settled fortably in her seat.

  When we arrived home, after I parked the car, we entered, greeting Bob who was on the living room couch, as he usually does, reading a magazine about the updates in his job.

  Leaving the two adults alone, who decided to start with dinner, I went to Teddy's room to help her with her homework and talk for a few minutes.

  During dinner, after Bob and Mom talked about their days and asked us about ours, "So, it was all because of a mistake at the pharmacy?" Bob asked, surprised and ed.

  "Yes, that's the theory, but we won't know until Thursday when Mom and I return to the hospital," I replied while calmly chewing my food.

  "Right, you don't go to the hospital tomorrow," Bob remembered, "do you think the theory is possible?" he asked after a few moments.

  "Yes, unfortunately, it's on for pharmacies to make mistakes when dispensing medications," I replied, not giving it much importance.

  "Well, that's not creepy at all," Gabe ented amused, being quickly supported by Teddy nodding eagerly.

  Realizing that I could scare my siblings, I quickly tried to ge the subject, "How are the songs going, Gabe?" I asked swiftly.

  Befabe could respond, Bob, surprised, put down his utensils on his pte quickly, "I had fotten," he excimed excitedly, "one of my ts knows a music teacher me a great price for lessons for you," he said with a big smile, awaiting Gabe's rea.

  Gabe, seemingly surprised, didn't know how to react to the shog news. Helping an expet Bob, I gently he side of my younger brother, making him react immediately.

  Joyfully, Gabe nodded, "yes, finally," he celebrated, making the other people at the table look at him amused. "Thanks, Dad," Gabe tinued after standing up to hug Bob.

  "You're wele, sport," Bob affeately replied, patting his you son on the shoulder, "PJ told me you wao have a teacher," he added, smiling at me.

  After receiving the good news, Gabe began to talk non-stop about everything he had learned on his own about music.

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  Author's Thoughts:

  As always, I'm not Ameri, aainly not a doctor.

  I had po upload this chapter earlier today, unfortunately, the i in my house decided not to work all day. er service for the i pany must be a horrible job because everyone who answered my calls seemed dead inside.

  With the whole day without i, I had the opportunity to watch movies that I had on DVD, including 'Grave Enters.' I didn't remember how much I enjoyed watg Found Footage format movies.

  So, I reend a movie in this format that I saw a while ago and remembered today, 'Exhibit A' is a great movie that you definitely have to watch if you, like me, enjoy this format for horror movies. (It's not a movie with paranormal elements, which, for me, is a big plus.)

  Having said that.

  I think that's it; as always, if you find any errors, let me know, and I'll correct them immediately.

  Thanks for reading :D

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