After about 45 minutes of working in the clinic, Kinga had already seen four different patients. The first one, of course, had been the man with the awful rash on his bottom. At first he had lied about the condition, saying it had just appeared suddenly. However, after the threat of having to submit him in for tests which would include a big, fat needle to draw his blood to search for infection, he fessed up to it being a simple case of poison ivy that had gone untreated. Apparently, he had been camping with a few of his buddies and got a bad case of the "runs". Entering the forest, he proceeded to do his business beside a tree which happened to have a patch of poison ivy surrounding it. Not wanting to be embarrassed, he kept his condition secret from his friends for the entire week that they were camping but it had worsened and finally he was prompted to come to the hospital. Kinga simply prescribed a simple cream and off he went, walking strangely so as not to hear a strange squishing sound as he walked due to the cream which had been administered.

Her next patient was a simple case of bronchitis and the patient after that was obviously a hypochondriac. There was absolutely nothing wrong with her except for a cough which she complained had lasted for 3 years. However, looking into her throat and doing a breath test to see how strong her breathing was, it was obvious that the only irritation was from the cough and there was nothing to actually cause the cough. Placebo's should placate the poor woman.

However, the last patient was somewhat different, in fact she was still trying to figure out what to do. Currently, after 10 minutes of examination, the patient was in the room while Kinga went outside for a moment to think. A nurse was inside doing some routine tests and hopefully giving a lolly pop to the four year old girl who was no doubt somewhat traumatized. She must have come in with an adult, or else the nurses never would have signed her in. And she was not old enough to do the paperwork which had granted her access to the clinic. However, the girl was led into the room alone by a nurse and the mother, or father, was no where in sight. Even stranger was the fact that the girl had a broken arm, which was already in a cast, and a large hematoma located on the upper right side of her forehead. Why did something like this have to happen on her first day? Should she call child services? Maybe the parent or guardian was still in the hospital... But this child had serious signs of abuse and possible neglect. There were only two people she could consult with for advice. Dr. Cuddy, who she had already been to that day and didn't think it was right to bother again. Dr. House, who would probably deem her incompetent and laugh her out of the building. She decided she would have to make the decision on her own and just hoped that Dr. House didn't walk in and catch her in her state of indecisiveness.

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