Pain in the House ch. 2

He could hear them in the room next door and wanted to know what they had found out, but his pain persisted and told him to stay exactly where he was. He couldn't sleep much at all, the constant stabbing and throbbing was too much for sleep to come. Between the pain in his head and leg, and the nausea that the pain brought he didn't feel like doing anything but dying. He decided that since the blinds were closed the team wouldn't bother him and that he should make a phone call to Wilson with an update that nothing had changed and he was getting close to the not being able to stand it stage.

"Wilson, don't talk or else my head will explode. Nothing has changed, can't sleep and pain won't go away. Don't know what to do. When you're free come down here so I can get back to work."

All the whispering had made House pretty dizzy and he decided to lie back down to try to avoid passing out, throwing up, or both. The team had heard him moving in his office, but they decided against walking in. If he wanted to see them he would find them, and any unnecessary interruption would just piss him off and today they didn't want that at all. Wilson decided to call the team to see what House was really up to, if his symptoms were as he said they were. He called the conference room so he wouldn't encounter House answering. Cameron picked it up and began answering his questions.

"He's been in his office since you met us in the hall; no one has talked to him. The blinds are drawn, lights off."

House heard Cameron's end of the conversation and picked up the phone in his office.

"I'm like lying to you Jimmy, come down here before I hunt you down. And if I find you, you're dead."

With that House hung up and headed to the conference room. He shielded his eyes as his head seared with pain from the lights. Chase and Foreman hit the lights and drew the blinds so the room was dark.

"Why did Wilson call?" He was talking in a voice only loud enough to be heard. Any louder and his head would scream with pain.

"He wanted to see if you were ok. You really don't look well."

"Cameron speak softer, my head hurts…a lot."

"Do you want me to take a look? I am a Neurologist."

Foreman had decided to see if miraculously House would accept his help and give in to an exam.

"Not a chance. I can handle it." With the utterance of those words his head flashed brilliantly with pain, which forced House to the nearest thing he could sit on. If he didn't sit he was going to fall down. Everyone could see that he couldn't handle what was going on and Foreman decided to step in again.

"Obviously you can't handle what's going on. You almost fell to the ground had the table and chairs not been here. What's causing this House, stress?"

"No more stress than usual, except for you bugging me more than usual. What are you gonna do Mr. Neurologist?"

"You mean you are actually letting me do an exam?"

"No, I asked what you would do if I…" House cried out in pain and pushed the chair out to go lie on the floor. The table was too hard to rest his head on and the chair made his leg more painful. House now lying on the floor continued with what he might do to fix his problem.

"I'd start with a nuero check and follow that up with an MRI or CT depending on the findings."

"You think you need an MRI or CT?"

"This pain isn't a regular migraine Foreman, I know pain and this is extreme. This is like infarction pain."

He couldn't believe what he just said; an infarction in his brain would be horrible and even more crippling than his leg infarct was. He quickly pushed those thoughts out of his mind and the team turned as the door opened. House shielded his eyes as the light came in along with Wilson.