Wow! Thanks guys! This is my first House fic, so I'm glad you guys are liking it! Anyway, I had written this chapter up right after the first one just in case you guys liked it, so therefore…I post it now!

Chapter 2

When Chase woke up, he was in what seemed to be a storage garage, but instead of seeing boxes filled with random objects, he saw medical equipment. If he didn't know any better, eh would have thought he was in a hospital lab. As he sat up, he found himself on a gurney next to an occupied bed. Chase jumped back in surprise, almost knocking over a few tools. After regaining himself, he walked over to see who was in the bed. It was a woman in her early twenties with brown hair and an oxygen mask pulled around her face. A heart and O2 monitor was connected to her. Chase reached out to wake the woman to find out where he was when he noticed a cotton ball on his arm where someone would normally draw blood from being held don by a band-aid. He wanted two answers; where was he and what was going on? Suddenly, a voice over the intercom shouted, "Good evening, doctor. As you are fully aware, you are here with a woman who is slowly dying. I took a sample of her blood and found the disease. I was then able to isolate the disease from the blood and have injected it directly into your blood stream. As you can tell, you haven't developed the disease just yet, but you will. You're here to cure her. If you cure her, you cure yourself and you can walk out of here, but if you fail and she dies, then you will remain here and die a slow, painful death. The decision is up to you. You'd better hurry. The clock is ticking. I'll be watching you."

The voice disappeared and Chase found himself standing in disbelief. He was here…to cure someone? Why didn't he just take her to the hospital? Chase ran his fingers through his blonde hair as he looked around. He could see the door, but could already imagine that it was locked from the outside. There was only one way out of here, and that was to cure this woman. First thing he needed was a list of symptoms. That way, he could think of all the possible diseases. Of course, if this case was neurological or allergenic, then he was screwed. Those were Foreman's and Cameron's area of expertise. However, he needed symptoms and the best way to find them out was one of three ways; either sit around and watch her, wait until he became symptomatic or wake her up now and ask. He chose the latter of the three. He was about to wake her when he felt a sudden coughing fit erupt. It was already starting to take effect. After successfully getting over the fit, he placed his hand on her forehead. She was hot. Coughing and fever were two symptoms so far. He moved his hand to her shoulder and shook her a bit. What was he suppose to say? "Uh…excuse me," he stated.

She finally opened her brown eyes and looked a little confused at him. "Hi, my name is Dr. Chase…"

"You're a doctor?"

"You can say that. Anyway, I need to ask you a few questions. Can you tell me what your symptoms were before you got the disease?"

She looked at him in confusion. "Let me rephrase that. Before you got sick, what was your body feeling or doing?"

"Why are you here?"

"I can honestly say that I don't really know, but what I can tell you is that whatever you have, I have and if I don't figure out what it is, we're both going to die here."

"Well, if you have it then you already know what the symptoms are."

"Look, no I don't I only just got it because I was injected with it within the last 3 hours. So are you going to tell me the symptoms?"

He needed to add irritability to the list too. He had never acted that way before except to House not that long ago. Finally, she took in a breath from the mask and replied, "Coughing, fever, I feel cold, headaches, nausea, my muscles hurt and I have a hard time breathing."

"Anything else?"

She shook her head. "Well, thank you. Hopefully we can make you all better."

Chase was about to walk away to find some paper when she said, "My name is Carrie."

Chase turned and replied, "I'll get you better, Carrie."

Slowly, Carrie's eyes shut and she went back to sleep. Chase was unable to locate any paper, but he managed to fin an Expo marker. After writing all the symptoms on the wall, he began coughing again. "I feel like shit," he muttered to himself as he looked over the symptoms.

As he looked over the list, he noticed that not one disease caused all these symptoms. "Think like House, think like House," he muttered.

He knew House would tell them to test for everything or get an MRI, but seeing as how there was no MRI machine, he was just about to have to test for everything. And since he was the only one there, these tests were going to take 3 times as long as it normally would. But he had to work fast because the more time he spent, the more developed the illness will become in him. He had to choose diseased to test for. But which ones? There had to be a least a thousand different causes of these symptoms. But he couldn't sit around and did nothing. He never thought he would want House to tell him what to do. Another problem he faced was the sterility of all the medical equipment in the room. If he used an unsterile needle on Carrie, she could get an infection and it could progress the illness even farther to the point where it could ultimately kill her. At the moment, what he wanted to do was to get her to a sterile environment and treat her there. But you can't always get what you want. This problem was not going to be fixed by sitting around. Maybe if he acted like he was treating her and they were both feeling better, he could get her to a hospital and treat her there. It was going to be tricky to hide their symptoms, but it was t best plan he got. He was about to grab a syringe from one of the tables when another coughing fit hit him and he fell into the table, knocking the syringes to the ground. Chase brought his arm up to his face and covered his mouth with his sleeve to keep the place from becoming less sterile then what it already was. Once the coughing had died away, he pulled his sleeve away and his eyes grew wide. There was blood…he was coughing blood. That just narrowed down the field of what diseases it could be, but all the ones that included coughing blood needed to be treated…quickly.

TBC…

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