Rating: PG
Summary: House loses his cane and is forced to use a substitute..snicker Lots of clinic duty, yet no case
Disclaimer: I do not own house, fox although I wish
Notes: My first fan fic EVER (well i did do a few with my friend about POTC but...still...) Please be nice! Offer words of support and encouragement! (or just leave me to crash and burn, your choice)
A Boy & His Cane
Prologue
House hobbled out into the hallway. "It looks all right," he cried back at Wilson who had just joined him in the hallway. Both men looked down opposite ends of the hallway. "I think the coast is clear, I'm gonna make a run for it."
"Well technically…" Wilson started but was quickly interrupted,
"Oh will you shut up?" House said and turned back around. "You know, most people would consider you rude for insulting a cripple like that."
"Most people meaning who? Your friends? I'm your only friend."
"And I regret it all the time."
Wilson rolled his eyes as House readied himself. The hallway looked even longer than he last remembered and the elevators at the end seemed like the doors to heaven for House.
Obviously enjoying this, Wilson stood back and watched as House waited for a break in the busy traffic of the hospital hallway. As soon as everything calmed down, it began…
"On your mark, get set…LIMP!" cried Wilson as House charged down the hallway to the elevator. His cane gave off soft thuds as his body rocked too and fro down the hallway, dodging random doctors and old ladies in wheelchairs. Making it to the elevators, he pushed the down button with his cane and frantically looked to either side of him.
Come on, come on… thought House as the screen above the elevator slowly counted upward to his level. He turned around briefly and saw Wilson standing back where he began, chuckling. When the elevator dinged, House eagerly pushed aside a pregnant woman who was coming out and ran to the safe haven inside the elevator.
A sigh of relief escaped him, but all too soon he heard the sound he dreaded most, the only voice that had the power to dampen his spirits even more so than they were already dampened.
"HOUSE! HOUSE!" cried Cuddy as she race through the hallway towards the elevator. House was on the "Close Doors" button in a flash and watched and smirked to himself as the doors closed before The Devil reached the elevator.
Breathing easy now, House leaned against the back of the elevator and listened to the faint sound of the elevator descending downwards. Cuddy's voice still rang in his ears, but it quickly subsided with one pop of Vicodin. The calmness had not lasted for more than a few seconds before a thought occurred to him. No doubt Cuddy would have seen the screen above the elevator count down to "1" and was probably already on her way to the first floor, exactly where he was headed.
Damn.
Quickly House stopped the elevator on the fourth floor, hoping to confuse Cuddy. The doors opened and House was soon faced with four confused looking patients. They stared at him, wondering why he wasn't getting out of the elevator and also wondering whether or not it was safe to get it, they had heard about the… colorful personality of the man with the cane and the ice blue eyes.
"Never seen anyone ride in an elevator before?" said House giving the patients his sarcastic face. After a few moments, House pushed the "Close Doors" button again and descended to the fifth floor where this time, he actually got out.
No Cuddy insight, House felt it was safe to roam the halls of the fifth floor. He limped down the hallway, pleased with himself for managing to escape the evil clutches of the Hospital Queen. His self-praise was short lived though because no sooner had he walked down the hall did he hear, "Where are you HOUSE!"
Damn! How did she find me! thought House as he scurried into a nearby room.
"AAAHHH! Get out of here you jackass!"
"Oh snap."
House quickly left that room and eased himself into the next room, checking to make sure no full body exams were going on and was relieved to find a comatose woman. Doing a double take back into the hallway for any sign of Cuddy, House walked deeper into the room and sat down by the bed.
House stared at the comatose woman for a minute.
"Pity," he said, then took a sip of the water on her food tray.
After a few minutes, House got up and approached the door. Cuddy was no where. He went back to grab his cane and left the room and darted back out in the hallway.
No sooner had he done so did he hear, "He's over here!" Looking behind him, Cuddy was a good 30 feet down the hall.
"The Devil really does wear prada," House said to himself and limped as fast his leg would allow down the hall.
The chase was on.