"No one has abused me. They hit me in the head during a lacrosse game..."
"When I asked about trauma, could no one give an example such as -Hit in the Head-?"
"I..."
House interrupted.
"And you knew they hit him in the head?" House directed his gaze toward the young doctor to his right.
"They did not mention it. No." Cameron remained silent for a moment, embarrassed, and answered.
"Yes, why bother..." House looked at the parents and then, without saying anything else, exited the consultation room of the hospital.
"No, wait please. We took him to the Emergency Room after the game. They examined him, they analyzed him, and they said he was fine," the father hurried out behind House.
"They were wrong in the Emergency Room. The boy has a concussion."
"..."
Then House continued walking and no longer wanted to speak, ignoring everyone and whatever the boy said at the end.
"Do you enjoy it? I brought you a reasonable case and you throw it in my face just to humiliate me!" Cameron approached House, took him by the arm, and stopped him.
When House turned toward Cameron and opened his mouth to speak, from the corner of his eye he managed to catch how the boy's leg, who had sat on a high bench in the hospital, trembled.
Then House turned his body without taking his eyes away, staring at the boy's leg, until in a few seconds the leg trembled again as if giving a kick, as if he were asleep.
"What?" Cameron looked at House and then in the direction he was looking and asked.
Then House walked back and stood in front of the boy.
"Are you bored?"
"No, I... Not really."
"Are you tired?"
"Sometimes..."
"He never sleeps. He is tired," the father answered.
"Right now, at this moment... The movement in your leg, did you feel it?" House interrogated the boy, who shook his head in response.
"His leg moved. I do not see..." the father interrupted again.
"It is called myoclonus. It happens when you begin to fall asleep; breathing decreases and the brain sometimes interprets it as the death of the body and tries to wake it with pulses that are transmitted through the nerves."
"And then?" the father asked again.
"And then? That he is not asleep, he is awake..." House pointed out the key point.
'Does the mother never speak?' House looked at the parents and the boy, then turned toward Cameron.
"You win. Take care of his admission." Then House continued walking and headed toward his office.
After a while Cameron went up to the fourth floor and saw that House was sitting at the table in the conference room next to Chase and Foreman.
Cameron entered holding a medical folder while her lab coat moved with her movements like a cape of some hero.
Cameron entered the room and closed the sliding glass door behind her. She looked at House and the others, then took a marker and held a white board that House normally used to write the symptoms of the patient on duty. She began to list the symptoms of the young boy.
While Cameron was writing, she heard behind her the voice of House with his usual mocking tone and English accent.
"I recognize that curved -G~"
Cameron finished writing and turned around, giving House a look that expressed her annoyance but remaining silent.
Then House, taking the floor, began to speak about the symptoms, asking about the spasm, and everyone started to give their theories and thoughts about the case.
Foreman attacked from his specialty in neurology. Chase spoke about infection. All were rejected by House.
"Do you believe the differential diagnosis could be compromised because we do not have a correct family history?"
"I made a correct family history!" Cameron quickly defended herself and slammed the medical folder on the table.
"I did not say it was the correct family~. His father is not his father," House mocked.
Cameron and the others remained surprised.
"Oh come on. Thirty percent, of what is known, do not know they are raising another man's son."
"No, false paternity is ten percent."
"That is what mothers want us to believe~" Foreman exclaimed, but House replied with mockery.
"Who cares! If he inherited it from his parents they would be dead by now. Shall we continue with the diagnosis?"
"I bet fifty that I am right." House said and looked Foreman in the eyes.
"I accept your bet!" Foreman replied to House.
"Did I hit a nerve? Do not worry, the daddy who tucked you in at night is your father~"
"Make it one hundred!" Foreman counterattacked.
"What about leukoencephalopathy in a sixteen-year-old boy?" 'Why do I feel like I have lived this before?' Cameron placed a theory on the table while she felt a déjà vu with House and Foreman's comments about a paternity bet.
"..."
The discussion continued with Chase responding against Cameron.
"...I want a polysomnography. I want to take Chase's word and see if the boy really has night terrors. If he does, I want to see them."
With this, House ordered his young doctors a series of tests and left.
House headed to an elevator and entered. Since he knew that if he wanted to leave the hospital he could not do it in this form.
Seeing that he was alone in the elevator and in that era there were no cameras in hospital elevators, a milky white light covered House's body. The form changed and shrank.
In one second, a middle-aged man with poorly trimmed beard and graying hair disappeared and in his place there was a young girl a little over one hundred forty centimeters tall.
The young girl had golden hair tied in a high ponytail and wore a cream-colored blouse under a white trench coat made of velvety material.
On the lower part of her body, the girl wore light straight-cut silk pants and light khaki high boots that made the girl rise three to five centimeters more.
*Ding*
The elevator door opened and Renelle walked out calmly with her hands in the pockets of the trench coat, walking with her face raised.
Many nurses and hospital staff looked at her. Some recognized her and others did not. But everyone, together with the patients and family members, thought that the girl was very cute and that she was going to be a great beauty when she grew up.
Renelle obviously ignored the gazes of everyone around her, along with ignoring their thoughts.
Renelle easily passed by the reception where some nurses smiled at her and greeted her but did not stop her.
'Hehehe~ I have to admit that with this form it is easy to skip work~' Renelle calmly pushed one of the double glass doors of the hospital's main entrance and exited.
'It is around noon, good. I have to find out what that strange energy I detected yesterday is.' While Renelle thought and walked out of the hospital, an almost imperceptible light shone in Renelle's sky-blue eyes.