An ocean of possibilities
(2 hours later)
Chase, Cameron and Foreman had come for Dr. James Wilson at the Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital, all of them have their own agenda… trying to move on with their lives without Dr. Gregory House. All three had applied to great hospital around the country and all of them have gotten interviews in the next couple of days, but when Cuddy called them thy could say no.
-Ok, now that we are all together and we're doing a differential diagnostic- House stands next to the drawing board.
-Let's go over the basics- Dr. Foreman answer with control, he was wearing a dark trench coat with a 30's hat… he was supposed to catch a plane to Miami for a job interview.
-A male in his forties, with no history of hereditary problems, doesn't drink or smokes…could be auto-immune- Cameron replied while looking at the computer, she was booking a plane ticket to Los Angeles.
-Must be environmental, possibly arsenic poisoning- Chase responded more uncomfortable than the rest, he was the only one fired…
-The Aussie says poisoning, the girl says allergy and the black dude doesn't have an opinion yet- House responded with disdain.
All three of them stand up and try for the door….
-I'm sorry, I know you don't want to be here…but I need you're best game today…let's go over the symptoms- House was looking now at the empty board.
-Nausea, possibly dysphasic, stomach pain….and a high fever- Foreman wasn't sure the fever quite fit….!it could be cysticercoids!…he then added.
-Not a bad idea, but remember that Wilson is a practicing Jew- House reply dryly.
-Ok, so no ham for his sandwiches- Chase quickly answer… he was an important part of the team, he can come up with clever answers…even if his boss never acknowledges it.
-Right, what else? - House was getting a little edgy because he didn't want to take pills now… he needed to stay focused, it was pivotal…after all it was Wilson.
-You remember a couple of years ago we had a case with cysticercoids…her name was Rebecca Adler- Cameron told the group.
-And? - House was waiting for them to get to their point.
-That is the girl that Wilson said was her cousin in order for you to take the case- Chase countered.
-Do you think they were lovers? They had ham and cheese sandwiches? - Foreman asked.
-You never learn don't you… of course they were lovers…it fits…not perfect but it fits… the tapeworm can live for years without you knowing those little bastard are there, but when they are retiring they like to go out with a bang- House added with relieve.
Then the Dr. House beeper started beeping and Chase, Foreman and Cameron all look to their belts, they didn't remember that they were gone from the hospital… he looks at the screen and then runs towards the patient's room.
Chase and Cameron go after him…but Foreman stayed behind…
-What is going on? - Chase asked while taking his jacket off.
-Code blue- House couldn't run or get close to the room any faster… he had to stop…the pain was too much to handle.
-I'll make a run for it- Chase started to run pass the security and into the elevator, he soon was out of visual reach.
-Where are your pills? - Cameron quickly asked House who was shivering because he was having early withdrawn symptoms.
-I left them back in the office- House was trying to gasp for air.
-You never leave your pills…. - Cameron started talking but suddenly realizes what have House done…he left them on purpose, a junkie leaving his stash behind…very unlikely.
-Foreman was right, it's a cysticercoids, go and help Chase on a possible tracheotomy...by this time he's not breathing and turning into a blueberry….as soon as you have him stable…let's go for a CT scan and an MRI- House was giving instruction to Cameron with a monochord tone… like reciting a book.
-I don't work here anymore- Cameron replied back.
-I'll tell Cuddy, you do as I say- House counter back now more focused.
How could I miss that? It was so obvious, am I losing a step? Am I being objective? I have to start thinking that maybe I am not the best Diagnostician for this particular case.
-Maybe you're not- Foreman had changes his clothes for some blue scrubs.
-Was I thinking out loud? - House asked in disbelieves.
-Yes, I guess you'll need these- Foreman gave him the pills.
-Did you hear when I was comparing your style with P.Diddy's, you're so much cooler! -House countered with sarcasm.
-How can you be making jokes at a time like this? - Foreman was trying to hard not to look like House, he failed miserably.
-I'm sorry, did I hurt you ghetto flair? - House took a couple of pills and sit back.
-I don't have time for this…just pray that I got it right before you did- Foreman said while running towards the elevator.
-Yeah, because we don't have time to get it wrong- House said to himself.
End of chapter. Hope you're enjoying it.
