You must Run. {House/Team}

[Natasha Valentine]

Natasha took a deep breath as she sat in the director style chair in front of the large mirror and counted the lights surrounding it. Her hair and make up stylist had just left and it was just Natasha sitting in her little dressing room as she ran her hands over her arms trying to warm her self up. She really was not feeling good today, she hadn't eaten for almost a day and a half and that plus her blood sugar plus all the intense physical stuff she was having to do for the past few days was starting to make her feel sick. She tried to push it out of her head because she was supposed to play one of the biggest concerts of her life tonight. People had been lined up outside since yesterday morning and there was no way she was going to let any one down, no matter how bad she was feeling. She turned her gaze away from the mirror and slid out of the seat and sifted threw the glam clothes on the clothing rack.

She tugged on the first out fit of the night. Not only was this a sound check but it was also an out fit test run check to. She ran a hand threw her straight brown hair and pressed a hand to her spinning head as she shook it off. She refused to let any one down tonight. She gripped her sparkly Rhine stone black microphone in her hand as she shakily stood at the bottom of the stairs waiting for her cue. The music started up and she ran up the stairs smacking a fake smile on her face. This arena was huge and she couldn't wait for it to be full of screaming fans. The music continued and she missed her first move but hit her next few dance moves and the part came for her to sing. She opened her mouth but nothing game out just small gasps for breath. She dropped her microphone and felt her self start shaking from head to toe and she felt really sick. She attempted to walk toward the stairs but collapsed half way across the stage. Panic spread threw out the crew in the arena as some one poured water on her face to try and wake her up.

Her breathing was coming out really staggered until it stopped all together. Thankfully there were all ready paramedics on scene and they rushed right to her. CPR was used as they set her up to slow beeping heart monitors and once she was in the ambulance she started breathing shallowly again. They thought she was in the clear till she started having a seizure. The medics called it in and waited for it to pass. They put a few shots of insulin in her to steady it out and replaced the oxygen mask with an ambu bag since her breathing wasn't getting any better. She was still out cold and the heart monitor was beeping crazy. She was really pale and since her hair got wet the chocolate brown curls framed her face. Her sunglasses were in a little bag on the seat and she still looked like her cute pop star self except for the fact that now you could see how skinny she really was.

It was kind of sad. They arrived at the hospital and reporters were all ready out side the emergency room doors snapping pictures and video's as she got rushed in. The monitors beeped and right when they got in the door she started seizing again. Even though she wasn't conscious for all of this...she was still really scared. She stopped seizing and they rushed her to the emergency room and waited for a doctor to come help them. She finally felt her eyes flicker open and she looked around and started breathing really heavy. Now she was really scared. She felt tears leak down her delicate thin cheeks as she cried to her self. She wanted to rewind and shove a Twinkie in her mouth or something. It was obvious she was anorexic and they knew she was diabetic but no one really knew why she was having seizures all of a sudden. She closed her eyes against the bright lights and groaned a little bit. Everything was so bright and her head was pounding and felt like it was going to explode.

As Natasha was being rushed from the venue the only person from her actual family that was there was her older brother Charlie. Natasha's parents were pretty much living off her fame and their own large sums of money, so they were never home. They were never home to see what was going on with Natasha, if she was OK or hurt or anything they were just living their own life away from the house. Charlie had quickly gotten in his own car that a bunch of other people jumped in to as well. He sped off to the hospital, every one in the car starting to panic. Once they got there they all stood out side and started trying to deal with the press. This was turning into a huge nightmare for every one including Natasha. Charlie and Natasha's body guard ran toward the room that they told them Natasha was in. Once Charlie got there he felt his eyes well up with tears as he looked down at his little sister who was shaking and it scared him a lot. He had been with Natasha threw everything and he cared about her more then both their parents combined. The 21 year old walked threw the door and straight to Natasha's bed as her body guard stood out side the door to block off any reporters that might have gotten by.

Natasha finally managed to force her heavy eyes open a bit and she glanced around the room but closed them again, everything was to bright and it was not helping her pounding headache. She felt some one slip an oxygen tube into her nose and it actually made her start to calm down a little and her chest stopped moving as heavy, she felt like some one had stuck her in space with no air but now that she was getting that it felt a bit better. She tried to force her eyes open when he asked a question but for some reason it wasn't happening. Her brother grabbed Natasha's hand and looked at the doctor. "I'm Natasha's older brother. Charlie Valentine...And thats her god father and her body guard Jason." He said pointing to the big guy by the door.

It just showed how much love and compassion he had for his little sister. He wanted to help so he started spitting out info. "Shes 16, Type 1 diabetic and honestly this so is not like Natasha. Shes always been concerned about her weight, but what teenage girl isn't? She never would take it to extremes like this and I don't know why she did it!" He spoke in a sort of panicked voice. "Shes just been weird lately. She told me shes been feeling sick for about a week, ever since she got back from doing a benefit thing in Africa she just hasn't been eating, she keeps saying she doesn't really have an appetite and she keeps running a high fever but I didn't think any thing of it. Shes also got this rash on her stomach."

He tugged up the bottom of her shirt a little and you could see the start of a rash spreading across her stomach. Natasha opened her eyes again and looked up at Charlie and smiled a little. He smiled back and gave her a brotherly kiss on her for head and walked out of the room so the doctors could have space to work with her but he was standing by if any info was needed. Natasha's soft ocean blue sparkly eyes glanced toward the doctor and she took a deep shaky breath and attempted to sit up a little but it felt like all of her body parts weight a million pounds and she didn't have the strength to move any of them. "Natasha...Did I miss my concert?" She was answering to when he asked what her name was. Her voice was hardly above a whisper and she clenched her eyes closed a little bit and burst into tears with her arms wrapped around her tiny stomach. "My stomach hurts so bad." She whispered threw her tears as she hugged her self. It felt like some one was jamming knifes into her stomach and truth be told it really freaking sucked. She felt hot like she was getting a bad fever again like she had earlier that morning. She just wanted to go home and get over what ever she had, she was just thinking it was the flu. But she really just didn't know what to think.

The order to get gloves and masks was given out after noticing the rash and the fact she just got back from Africa. After she was a little stable they took her down to the quarantine unit and every one that came in contact with her had to get checked to make sure they didn't have what ever she had. No one really knew what she had because she had lots of things conflicting with each other. Symptoms caused by the main illness and symptoms from other things. She was sedated so she could sleep and the pain would make her hurt a lot any more. This definitely wasn't how she wanted to spend the night of one of her biggest concerts. So far all they knew was she was anorexic and had a rash that covered her stomach and the top of one leg. And the fact that she was seizing a lot. She had stopped for now and groaned as the sedatives started to wear off and her entire body started to hurt again. This was no fun for the pop star.

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[Dr. Gregory House]

A lot of people would be absolutely thrilled to come to the aid of the biggest teen pop icon. A lot of people would be restraining themselves from begging for an autograph for their kids. Of course, "a lot of people" has never really been a group to include Dr. Gregory House. That one person could really care less about who she is. In fact, he's never even heard of her except in the form of fangirl chattering from a random number of young patients. For all he cared to believe, she was merely some poster-child of a fantasy who, like every other child star that ever lived, hated herself behind the curtain. Stereotypes are stereotypes because most of the time, they are true.

But, that wasn't the reason why House was currently trying to turn down the case. The random doctor that was currently caring for Natasha Valentine now stood before the Head of the Department of Diagnostic Medicine's desk with an expression that could only be explained as a blend of annoyance and desperation. The younger of the two doctors knew he was over his head, but was getting the feeling that House intended to keep it that way. "Look, this mix of symptoms is completely throwing us off! Seizures, a rash, stomach pain, it sounds like your kind of business!"

Only half-paying attention, House continued to throw an over sized tennis ball into the air, only to allow it to fall back into his hand and continue the process all over again. Up, down, up, down. His head was tilted back to watch its movement consistently. Obviously, it was much more eventful than the patient at the moment. He didn't even break the pattern as he growled back a response.

"Gee, an anorexic diabetic goes into a seizure," he began, a thick, mocking tone coating his words. "What a mystery!" The ball plopped into his hands once more while the sarcasm escaped. It went back up again into the air and his tone switched yet again into something more serious. "She had a diabetic seizure. Not interesting,"

The other man's emotions now leaned more so towards annoyance. "We're not idiots. We gave her insulin, but she's still seizing. And, that doesn't explain the rash-"

"She went to Africa," House interrupted. "Which is probably the worst place for anorexics. See, even high pressured, teenage pop stars have to eat sometimes. Anorexics will sometimes eat fruit, thinking that it's enough without adding even more cushion for the pushing. And, they tend to drink a lot of water, too. If she was in the right spot of Africa when she finally decided to eat," The ball finally stopped its pattern. It landed with a soft thump in Gregory's hand before he looked up at the listener. "It's the perfect chance for a parasite to find a new home. It might explain the rash, definitely explains the seizing and the stomach pain. Either that or a bug bite. Of course, the bugs from the fruit thing may not be the best motivation once Mommy and Daddy throw her into rehab,"

When the other man went silent, House had a feeling that he had made his point. "She's probably just being kept in the Quarantine Zone just to keep the insane fans and the press away," The young doctor made a loud groan to interrupt any other conclusion House was prepared to come to. A moment of silence passed much to his relief as the elder looked on expectantly, impatiently, He rubbed a temple with a pair of knuckles before he formed a reply.

"It sounds like you know what you want done then," he moaned. Then, he took the case file he held limply in his hand and practically threw it onto House's desk. "She's all yours," Gregory shot up straight in his seat the moment the folder made impact while the man whirled around the walk out his door.

"Oh, come on!" he shouted after him. Now look who was the one to be agitated. Before he could get the chance to bark out any bribe of any sort, the youth was gone. House let out a loud, irritated groan as he slipped back into leaning in his chair. Great. This was going to be a long case. Not only did he have to deal with obvious ailments, but now he'd have to fight the press, the fans, and worse, the family. Where was his team when he needed them? So it was, with a pissed off state of mind, that Doctor Gregory House put his plaything back onto his desk, picked up the case file, grabbed his cane, and limped off to work.

Within a minute, he was standing outside of the Quarantine Zone, same old grimace plastered onto his face. The first thing he came to notice was the massive guard that stood by if needed. There were two ways to feel about this. One, if any drastic measure had to be taken, there'd always be someone bigger than him in his way. It'd be pretty obvious who'd win the fight between the bulky security or the scrawny doctor with a gimpy leg. Two, he could be slightly relieved that there was someone who was near Natasha enough to know what she's been up to. Usually, the later would have to be his team's feelings on the matter, but lucky him, they weren't here at the moment. See, this is why they should give him a few days notice before some teen idol decides to collapse on stage.

House knew that at some point he'd have to run the tests he wanted done. Well, one of them at least. The full body exam would have to be done by either Thirteen once she came in or some random nurse. But anyway, he'd at some point have to go into the quarantine zone and bother with all of that procedure, even if he didn't think it was necessary. Better safe than dead. For now though, he needed answers.

Ignorance allowed House to overlook Natasha's bother standing nearby and forced his to go straight to the guard. "You," he made himself known. "I'm assuming you're here for her, and not just because you think you look intimidating,"

[Natasha Valentine]

Natasha fought the battle to keep her eyes open but sadly lost and they fell closed again. She did mange to use a very weak hand to push the blankets off her body, her temperature was threw the roof and she felt like she was on fire. She closed her eyes and pictured her self back at the concert, why did this have to happen on the night of one of her biggest concerts? She knew she also wasn't going to be able to finish her tour because she had a feeling she would be in here for a while. She wanted to get up and walk out of the little glass box she was in and go back to what she did best.

She felt like she was going to puke again but she didn't even know if she had the energy to do that. And she didn't exactly want to throw up on her self so she managed to not focus on that feeling. She honestly had no clue what was going on, she didn't know what was wrong with her, she just knew that she was burning up and it felt like some one was jabbing knifes into her stomach. She wanted her dad there and more importantly she wanted her real mom. She hated her new step mom and she hated her father more for getting married just a few months after her mom died. How heartless could he be? And now he didn't even care what happened to Natasha, he was always some where around the world with that stupid slut he was now married to.

Her body guard Jason looked down as the doctor walked up to him and continued to stand there with his big arms folded across his chest and a small nod. "I'm her body guard and I'm also her god father. Her father and step mom are skiing in the alps and refuse to come back early." Even he didn't know why her father was being so cruel and ignoring her like that, he never did that before the wicked witch of the west came along. "And I am intimidating." He was a big strong man that looked like a mean wall on that out side but on the inside he was one of the sweetest people that Natasha had ever met in her entire life.

Natasha could honestly say that he was like her best friend, plus he protected her at all costs. There was one time where Natasha almost got kidnapped but Jason was there and quickly swung into action and saved her. Ever since then Natasha never went any where without Jason. He was like a security blanket. Plus he came in handy when you were being chased by about 50 people when you were walking down the street, he was handing for picking good hiding places. "What do you need to know?" Jason asked in his deep voice.

He was a very intimidating large black man that could probably snap some one in half if he needed to. Jason figured that House would probably ask a question or 2 and since he went every where with Natasha he was the person to ask. Natasha stirred back in the room again and managed to turn a little and throw up in a bucket by the bed, she didn't notice she threw up a bit of blood, she just knew that after she did that the pain in her stomach grew to an unbearable state and it caused her to cry out in pain a bit which made Jason turn around and want to run inside but he stopped and turned back to the doctor expecting at least something.

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[Dr. Gregory House]

House's attention was only half on the guard throughout the entire introduction process, despite the small twinge of intimidation-induced discomfort. Even when a nod marked the beginning of a response, the doctor's head was slightly inclined in the direction of what was within the glass walls nearby them. Natasha laid there with what looked to be an expression of pure agony, quite characteristic of the people brought in to him. As it turns out, no amount of fame, money, or glory can clean up the nasty look of feeling as if your insides were being torn out. His face remained as hard as it came. There were no signs of concern, only shallow suspicion on what was going on in that body. A powerful voice snapped House back to the task at hand. Really, what did he pay his team for? Stupid vacations. If it weren't for them, he'd have his feet up on his desk, watching "Prescription Passion" until his heart was content, and just wait for the test results. Instead, he was here doing the dirty work. Rather than dwell on it, he forced his attention back to work, despite his itch to run off and complain to Wilson. The guard spoke without dropping his powerful front, something House could've managed to twist into a sign of insecurity. Then again, it wasn't this guy he was sent to diagnose. Once he was finished with introductions, the scrawnier of the two had formed a few sentences ready to be spoken.

"First off, it's good to see that Mom and Dad give a damn," he started mockingly. "You know how important self-esteem is nowadays and that just helps everything," House shifted his weight just barely from his heel to the balls of his feet while he got the small talk and cheep shots out of the way. He considered saving it for the actual patient, but it just decided to leap out at that moment instead. Oh well, he'd have a new quip later.

"Second, I need a few questions answered to help move this along quickly so I can get back to the interesting stuff. I'm assuming that you were with Natasha on her trip to Africa," he shifted the conversation to a more business-like nature, but the detached tone still covered his tone. "I need to know what area she was in, what she ate, and if she drank the water," Again, House averted his glance from the massive man before him to the hard floor beneath them.

Another moment of carefully placed thoughts caused his attention to carelessly shift to and fro from the floor, to the guard, and finally back to the patient. He had managed to glance up just in time to see the vomit pass from her mouth into the bucket nearby. He was all to ready to fake a disgusted expression just for his own amusement, but a discoloration stopped the action dead in its tracks. The doctor's brows furrowed with sudden attentive interest at last. The tint of red and pink mixed with the fluid was cause enough for the sudden change. Despite this, nothing was about to diverge House's initial theory. It simply meant that if they intended to save her, they needed to move faster. He could only suspect that the sudden outcry that followed would be a catalyst for her god father as well.

"There's a large chance that she might have picked up a parasite if your answers line up. I can't say how likely it is until I get some answers,"

[Natasha Valentine]

Jason had to agree with House's first statement about her parents. It was true, they just didnt care at all. And if it werent for Jason then Natasha would probably be on her own a lot of the time when she wasent out doing concerts or filmings. She was actualy supposed to do a lot of stuff this week so it was a bad thing that she was really sick. She knew she didnt want to be here but she couldnt do anything about it. Every time she tried to move it felt like her body was on fire and she felt like she was going to puke again. She wasent sure that her body could take that any more.

The worse she felt the more she had to fight to keep her body doing what it was supposed to but her chest kept feeling tighter and her breathing was coming slower and it hurt to breath. She didnt exactly like the fact that every time she took a deep breath in it made her chest hurt more. That wasent exactly due to the bug she picked up it was more due to the fact that she was stick thin and hated eaten in a while. She had stopped breathing before she got to the hospital and she had a feeling she would stop breathing again very soon.

When House asked Jason where they had been he took out a PDA and flipped threw it a bit. He got back to where they had gone and looked up at house. "We were in a small village on the out skirts of Ethiopia. She was helping build a school a little ways away from the village. She didnt eat much but when she did it was food prepared by the people from the village and she only drank bottled water..." He thought for a minute about what else might have happened then remembered something else.

"She also fell into one of the rivers. It was really dirty so she might have picked up something from that. She started feeling sick a few days after we got back and the rash on her stomach and leg showed up just a few days ago as well. She never told us she had a fever or anything so no one really thought much about it." Now Jason felt bad for not saying anything or going to get her checked out. He thought she got all of her shots before she left but apparently she had missed a few.

Natasha couldnt stop the turning in her stomach and she managed to throw up again but this time it was more blood then liquid. Right after it passed her mouth she started seizing again. This time it was a bit worse then it was before. Natasha still didnt regreat going to Africa to help people there. Her brother looked in on his sister and simply turned around and walked out the door of the quarentine unit.

Wow, what a lovely family she had right? At least she had one though. Jason how ever turned around when another machine started beeping signaling her breathing stopped. This wasent exactly the way she planned on dieing and she at least wanted to wait till she was 20 or something. "Why dose she keep doing that?" Jason turned around and grabbed House's shoulder a little harder then he meant to. He didnt understand.

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[Dr. Gregory House]

Natasha's god father didn't seem at all insulted about House's mockery of the family's priorities, offering a few details to the ever observant doctor. To him, the lack of s reaction simply meant that he probably agrees, thus meaning that maybe it wasn't just Mommy and Daddy being unreachable. The family system they had going on seemed to suck so far as House knew for now. That in turn means that if the patient needs bone marrow or some organ transplant in the future, finding the easiest match was going to be a pain in the ass. Gregory let out a small groan at the thought, but otherwise remained silent as the guard checked his PDA for information.

House bit his lower lip for a brief moment when the bulky man told him about the girl's rare eating habits. It seemed like the anorexic wasn't a complete idiot after all. It also seemed like he might've lost a diagnosis for a moment, but the story was soon continued. Once it was mentioned that she fell into a river, he ceased his bite and pulled the corners of his lips back into a slight grimace.

"She fell into the river," he echoed, his voice already thick with ridicule. "She might as well have slept with a blanket covered with Anthrax," If only she had. Then at least they'd have it narrowed down to something. In most third world countries, God only knows what they dumped into the rivers. If the spoiled pop star took a dip in a stream with any amount of fecal matter in it, then odds were that's where she picked it up. House didn't feel the need to explain that to the guard, since anyone who knew anything about foreign affairs knew about that.

Yet again, House's pale eyes drifted back to the patient. Again she vomited, but this time with a more alarming color to it. The seizure began only seconds after his attention drifted back to her and earned the right to be stared at completely. Machines went off, nurses rushed in, and every attempt was made to stabilize her. Part of House was ready to rush in himself at the given moment, but more able-bodied employees were already on the job. Now, if it had been your average joe, perhaps he would've had to run in himself and shout for a crash cart before anything could be done, but no. This was Natasha Valentine. Those nurses were probably standing around like vultures, waiting for a chance to help the star. To House however, it was all black and white. A disease was a disease, no matter who it crept into. Well, unless it was one of the guys from Journey or something. Then, he might be a bit eager.

The wandering mind was forced back home when a powerful grip wrapped around his shoulder. House let out a small huff of air and a grimace at the strength of his hold, but made no scene of it. He simply kept his passive, yet processing expression all the while and returned his line of sight to the frantic caregiver.

"We can't tell that yet," he responded firmly. "A stool sample could tell us if it's a parasite she picked up when she took a swim with the crap in that river. And yes, I do say crap in a literal sense," He paused for a moment to regroup a few more thoughts. "It could also be Hepatitis A," he spoke more so to himself than the listener. "It explains the fever, vomiting, loss of appetite, the pain, and why it only showed up a few weeks later. It still doesn't explain the seizure and the blood though..." Part of that theory fell through right there. Still, a few symptoms were more productive than none. Perhaps a blood sample would be in order for that.

"Stupid question;" he warned. "It Natasha sexually active and has she taken any illegal drugs?" Well, of course she probably did. What kind of musician doesn't do one or the other? Child star or no, House knew just how likely that was. However, he also knew how likely it was to be denied...

[Natasha Valentine]

After the seizure had stopped again and people cleared out of the room. She was stable but it seemed like after every seizure her vitals dropped down a little bit. She was starting to regret ever coming in, she should have just stayed at home and waited for this to pass, just wait for it to go away. She wasn't supposed to get sick, she was supposed to make things better. An oxygen mask had been placed over her mouth and nose making it a bit easier to breath, they were trying to make things easier for her, well as much as they could. She had to many things conflicting with each other, to many things that fit and clashed at the same time.

When House spoke her body guard glared at him. Not the right thing to say in his opinion but he was starting to figure out that was what the doctor's personality was like, he just seemed to be a pig headed doctor that had an interesting way of saying things and figuring things out. Her body guard released his grip on the doctor and stepped back placing his arms by his side. She stirred a bit in her medical induced sleep, she wasn't exactly having a fun time. Then again spending time in a glass box wasnt exactly any ones idea of a fun time. It was almost Christmas. Natasha had a lot of stuff that she needed to do and things that she couldn't miss. "If you don't help her I swear I will break you." He threatened then turned around and walked out of the Quarantine area.

He heard him ask more questions and then he turned around again. "Natasha is not sexually active. Shes still a virgin and I know she dosent take anything illeagle.