Lbh: Hey everybody! Exams suck and that's all I want to say on the matter of this taking so long to update. Sorry. In this chapter, we have a little problem with the medical side of the story.
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Greg and James had not been the hospital 20 seconds when they heard a loud screech. "HOUSE!"
Greg limped as fast as he could towards the elevators and Wilson ran after him. He didn't want to deal with Cuddy any more than House did.
They made a valiant effort but just as they reached the elevator, Cameron jumped down the stairs. House tried to get out of the way but he tripped over his cane, falling heavily to the floor. Wilson tried to rush to his side and run into the open elevator with him but a manicured hand clamped down on his shoulder, stopping him dead in his tracks.
Cuddy pulled him back and said, "You both will have a fitting punishment for this little stunt. I want you two in my office after you both get at least three hours of clinic duty each." The elevator door closed, removing all hope of a quick getaway. Dammit.
James turned to House and said accusingly, "I told you we needed to leave earlier. Now look, you got me in trouble!"
House glared up at him from underneath Cameron. "Well, if you had finished your coffee ice cream a little sooner, we would have been in your office, comfortably hiding out. You just had to take your time and tease me." He tried to keep rambling on but at that moment, Cameron decided to crawl off him and accidentally hit his leg. "Oh God! Watch what you are doing!"
"What?" Cameron stopped, puzzled. She didn't realize that she stopped directly on top of Greg's bad leg. He turned very pale and gritted his teeth in intense pain. He glared so murderously at her, she jumped slightly. He pushed at her but she just toppled over, not really moving and defiantly not helping relive the pressure.
James pushed her off him, not being very gentle or considerate. Why should he be? She was the cause to his lover's pain.
Foreman and Chase stepped out of the elevator, talking quickly, "We couldn't get in contact with him. He must have…" Both of them stopped, a little confused to see their boss on the floor, a flustered Cameron next to him, and a concerned Wilson hovering over House's leg, making sure there was no damage.
Satisfied, Wilson stood up, helping his lover in the process.
Greg came back with, "This probably wouldn't have happened if we were in your office either." Turning to Cameron, he started barking, "What the hell were you thinking? Jumping me like that, I thought you were over me! Guess you have competition, Jimmy."
"I-I wanted t-to slow you down. Cuddy as-asked for assis-assitance in capturing you." Stuttered Cameron, still shaken by the glare. If looks could kill, she would have been dead 3 times over.
Chase picked up the cane, handed it to House, then started talking. "We removed the plate but we couldn't get him into the MRI."
"Why not?" Asked House irritably.
"As soon as we got him into the room, he complained of a tickling inside his head. We thought that was a new symptom possibly that could be explained by the MRI. So we strapped him in and started up the machine. But as soon as we did that, he started screaming bloody murder and a large bump appeared on his head."
House just looked at them for a moment then said, "Those people in surgery are morons!"
"How so?" Cuddy questioned, intrigued against her better judgment.
"Either they didn't remove the whole plate or they didn't see the other one about 3 centimeters away from the first one! They are blind or just completely stupid! Either way, I have to deal with the consequences!"
James looked at him and sarcastically commented, "Right, the whole world just isn't as smart as you to perceive that there is a second plate in his head. We will develop our psychic abilities to fit your need, oh great master!" He did a little bow at the end to complete the comment.
Greg just glared and stuck out his tongue.
James rolled his eyes and retorted, "Oh, how mature. I'm stunned speechless by the snarky comeback."
"I'm in pain, so shut up. I at least have an excuse, unlike you who falls pathetically short on the snarky. I could still beat you in my sleep." Turning to his team, Greg asked, "Is the patient still conscious?"
Foreman answered, "No, he passed out before we could even turn off the machine. He hasn't woken up yet."
"Doesn't matter because we can't do the MRI now anyway. His heads probably all torn up. And we wouldn't be able to extract the metal bolts or whatever they used to fasten it to the head anyway. That close to his brain, love to see what type of mental capacity he has if he pulls through this." He looked at them for a second, pausing for effect.
James interrupted him, "Why can't you just fix him up enough to do the MRI? Take out the metal and put him into the machine."
"Because, when we took the first metal plate out, we could temporarily put something else there so that the intended purpose of the metal plate is still kept for a short while. But now that this happened, we have to remove the second plate, repair what we must, and then he will probably still need a metal plate there to hold everything in place." Answered Foreman, looking at the ground.
"Can't you fill this second place with the temporary stuff until you get the MRI done?" Asked Cuddy, hoping to save this man.
"No, he would probably have extensive damage to the head, preventing us from getting a clear reading on the MRI anyway, let alone fill it in with the plastic." Chase answered this time, scratching his head.
"So, MRI is out. We can't test for a brain mass. Doing a biopsy would be extremely risky due to his current condition. What else?" House asked, looking at everybody in turn.
Knowing nobody had a clue what to do, James said, "Well, we could all go up to your white board and stare at the symptoms until somebody has a bright idea."
Greg smirked and said, "Good idea, lets go." He pushed the elevator button with his cane and waited.
The door opened a few seconds later, but as Wilson stepped forward to go with the team, the manicured hand appeared on his shoulder again. "Nuh-uh. You get to stay down here with me and do some of Greg's overdue clinic hours!" Cuddy said smiling brightly.
House held the door open for him and yelled, "Oncologist needed for brain tumor possibility!"
Cuddy frowned but let Wilson go.
Lbh: so what did ya think? Next chapter we get the medical jargon and stuff along and James finds a kitty! Yay!
James: Ok… (edges away towards the door) too much sugar in her blood stream. Very bad. Must escape.
House: why are you talking like that?
James: Survival instincts kicking in. Brain only allowing primitive thoughts.