Chapter Two

"You are not cutting into that man's head," Cuddy told House.

"What do you want me to do then?" House asked a little loudly, "This patient is getting worse and worse and this is the last thing there is to do. Would you rather him die, or die trying to be saved?"

"This is not the way we do things House!" Cuddy yelled.

"Hey wasn't that door open?" Cameron asked looking at the door at the end of the hallway that led into the main hospital.

"What?" House asked turning to face Cameron who was walking down the hall. She approached the door and turned the handle, nothing happened.

"You have the keys right?" she asked turning around starting to get worried.

"Yeah," House answered feeling his pockets, but nothing was to be found, "House looked down to the ground then slowly turned to Cuddy, "You keep keys with you right?"

"Um no," Cuddy answered.

"Oh don't tell me we're locked in here," Chase said.

"House," Cameron cried.

"It's not my fault," he said.

Foreman rolled his eyes, "The janitor has to come back; we'll be fine.

"The janitor never comes to the East Wing," Cuddy told him wondering how he got that idea.

"Then why was he here before?" Chase asked with confusion on his face as everyone looked over at House.

"Cuddy must have told him to clean out the old OR," House answered looking away from everyone, with his same old guilty look.

Cuddy left out a sigh of frustration, "I have just about had it with you," she told him and sat down in a chair that was placed in the hallway.

"Does anyone have a phone on them?" Cameron asked walking back over to the group.

"No, we left them in the office," Chase answered.

Cuddy looked down at her watch, it was 9:56, she knew most of the janitors would be leaving soon, and the only hope of someone coming to get them wouldn't be until tomorrow morning. "No one's going to look her until morning," she announced.

"We have to do something," Chase said, not wanting to spend a night with coworkers, especially House.

"We should just wait, we can worry about it tomorrow morning if no one shows up," Foreman said.

TWO HOURS LATER

"Bullshit!" Chase yelled as he grabbed the top card from the pile to prove that Foreman had put down a five instead of the two he was supposed to put down.

"Shit," Foreman said as he gathered the pile.

Foreman, Chase, and House had been playing cards ever since House was snooping around the Nurse's desk and found a pack. Cameron and Cuddy were reading magazines as they sat in the hallway.

Cameron yawned and put down her magazine, "I'm so tired," she said.

"Then go to bed," House told her.

"Well, I want to be awake if something happens, we don't have nurses watching our patient you know," she responded.

"Why don't you see if their coffee maker still works," Cuddy suggested flipping a page in her magazine.

Cameron got up and started to inspect the machine, then looked for some coffee to put in it. Then, their patient screamed.

"OWW! It hurts!" he yelled. Everyone got up and ran to him, except House. He rolled his eyes and hobbled to the room.

"What's wrong?" Chase asked, being the first to him.

"It hurts! My whole body hurts!" the patient yelled as kept screaming.

"Okay calm down," Cameron said as she opened the cabinet next to her in search for something to put the guy to sleep. She grabbed a syringe that looked promising and injected it into the man's leg. The screaming stopped and everyone looked to House.

"He was numb, and now his body hurts," Foreman stated.

"You better figure this out," Cuddy told him.

"Well, if I could look inside his head," House started.

"You can't! Especially when we won't even be open to more doctors or an actually hospital!" she yelled then walked out of the room.

"Does anyone have a marker?" House asked.

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