"But I've been calling him for
hours!" Cuddy complained.
Chase looked at her in a rather
annoyed way. "I already told you. He's probably just trying to
make you mad." He was getting fed up with Cuddy whining about
how House wasn't even treating his own patients. "Looks like
it's working, too", he grumbled under his breath.
Cameron and
Chase exchanged glances, each wanting to be as far away from the Dean
of Medicine as humanly possible.
Minutes later, they were striding
quickly away from Cuddy's office. They were too afraid to look back;
Cuddy might have forgotten to bitch at them even more. Not like that
was even possible.
"Goddammit. Why isn't House here? I can do
without him, but I can also do without the constant screaming from
Cuddy."
"Careful, you're beginning to sound like her",
Chase smiled.
Knock Knock.
Silence.
"House!
Open up!"
No answer.
"House!"
It took Cuddy
only a few seconds to pick the lock to House's apartment. She stepped
inside and half expected House to be there, telling her to leave him
alone and that he had been ignoring her for a reason.
But what she
found made her stop cold. House was sprawled on the floor, an empty
bottle of Vicodin near his open hand, uncapped. Cuddy could not
register this.
House was dead.