professionaldefibrillist | In which they deal with an itchy wrist.

Kutner tossed his completed file in one of the bins on the nurse's death, taking a deep breath as he went through for the next one. Clinic duty was still part of his job, even though he wasn't working for House in diagnostics anymore, and he still had a little over a half-hour to go before he was done for the day. Then it was back to the PT department for his usual patients.

It wasn't that he didn't like sports medicine. It was his field, after all. He just missed the rush of diagnostics. The rush that had burned him out before he even really had a chance to get started. He knew he had rushed in too hard and fast, and he needed to step back before he ran himself into the ground. So back to sports medicine, where he got to know his patients, and handle things the way he was used to.

But for this particular moment, he was still stuck in the clinic. He moved through the other files, trying to find something that was at least remotely interesting for the time being, and hoped that it might, possibly, keep him entertained for a little bit longer than usual.

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Kali was bored. And since she had promised Caleb that she wouldn't be arrested or detained in anyway, again, she'd managed to convince herself that driving from Virginia to New Jersey to meet Doogie Howser was a prudent choice.

What if she were dying?

She didn't really think the excuse would fly with Caleb, but there was a lot he didn't know about her frisky, feline DNA and he was busy at work saving the world. She was bored! She couldn't be held responsible for her actions in such a state.

Which is how she wound up at a hospital in New Jersey, sitting on a hospital bed type thing and waiting. She had asked for Doogie Howser -- or more appropriately, Dr Kutner -- when she had arrived, but had been told she'd be seen by whomever was working the clinic at that time.

After a while, about three seconds, the waiting made her bored and she leaned back against the slightly propped up bed and stared at the ceiling.

It had a poster of a kitten in a tree that said "Hang in there". Freaks.

It was the Clementine that caught his eye. Something regarding an earlier conversation he'd had and a girl who said her last name was fruit made him stop. He scanned down to the complaint area, and sure enough, there it was. Itchy wrist. He smirked slightly, before holding up the folder as he looked at the nurse.

"Didn't this patient ask for me?"

"Since you managed to find it, does it matter?" the nurse snapped back, and Kutner rolled his eyes before making his way back to the examination room where they had stuck her. He knocked on the door lightly, before moving inside.

"Good afternoon. I'm Doctor Kutner."

Kali squealed a little when the door opened and the Doogie Howser introduced himself. She couldn't help it, it was the entire reason for her wide-eyed staring at the kitten on the ceiling. (She, herself, didn't think it was possible, she'd never met a kitten who could hang on the ceiling all by itself.)

"Surprise!" In a flash she was sitting up with her legs curled underneath her and her hands in her lap, looking much less bored.

He smiled slightly about her enthusiasm. There was something about it that was just catchy, and Kutner loved it when a person had that kind of personality.

"You most be Kali."

"Yep, that I am. Me and my itchy wrist." She smiled brightly and, as an after thought, made sure her hair was smoothed down across her neck. Best to take things slow, after all. This was an adventure.

Holding out her arm, she pushed her sleeve up just over her wrist and waggled it in the air. "Itchy wrist."

"Alright," Kutner said with a sigh as he moved closer to her. "Let's have a look."

The skin, naturally, was perfectly clear. Pale skin with pale blue veins, acceptably typical. Kali was pretty certain that she was never going to get sick, ever, unless it had something to do with seizures and tryptophan, which she assumed she'd grown out of since she hadn't had one since she was nine.

It wasn't even itchy anymore, but she couldn't just not show up.

Kutner looked it over for a minute, before starting to shrug his shoulder. "Well, it looks fine to me. Are you still having problems with it?"

"No."

Kali Clementine had a severe inability to lie. She could do so when in the direst of circumstances, but even then it was usually a stunted version of the truth with things picked out. Straight out lying was elusive to her.

"It wasn't even that itchy to begin with, I was just bored out of my mind and I'm pretty sure that while the CDC will disagree with me, you can totally die from boredom and that is way too lame a way to kick the bucket."

Kutner grinned slightly. "You know, you could have just asked someone to point you in the direction of my office. We could have just had coffee."

"I think if the nurses were willing to do that, Doogie, they would have just told me where you were when I first came in and asked for you instead of making me wait in here."

Nurses were mean.

Nurses were mean. He rolled his eyes slightly, before shaking his head. "Don't mind them. They're grumpy. They have to deal with some real jackasses in this place sometimes."

"Pshaw, I have older brothers, if they think they have to deal with jackasses they should come to one of my family reunions. We've never had one, but it would be full of asses back from jack. So... coffee?"

Because that was a good idea with Miss Perpetually Hyper over there.

Yeeeeeeeeah, but Kutner didn't know that. He just nodded slightly before glancing at his watch. "I have to finish up a little bit more here. Give me about ten minutes and I'll meet you in front of the clinic?"

In which they deal with an itchy wrist.

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