"No," Kyle said in response to the cancer history question. No one in his family or bloodline had ever had cancer, not even a trace or start of it. He was confused as to why everyone was diagnosing him with cancer off the bat when the cells didn't exactly have the same biological signature as cancer.

His father instantly became impatient. "Where the hell is Doctor House? We all the way across the damn United States, and now we're being treated by a grunt?" Kyle rolled his eyes at his father's sudden outrage. He normally did this when things didn't go his way. Kyle had learned, unknowingly, from his father about how to control his temper and keep his patience strong. He had a lot of patience. If Doctor House wasn't in at the moment, then he would be more than willing to wait. After all, he was only dying, everyone starts that process...from the moment they are born.

"Dad," he said, "it's okay. I can wait."

"Well, I can't. I'm going downstairs to get something to eat. Tell Doctor House that he can expect a word from my lawyer soon." He left the room in a frustrated hurry.

"Sorry," Kyle said to Doctor Alexander. "My dad can be a real jackass sometimes."

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