Maybe Tonight Maybe Tomorrow
Rated T just to be same
Summary: Song Fic based on the song Maybe tonight maybe tomorrow by Wideawake Something is wrong with House and he has to get to go to the doctor
-not mine just playing with them for a while!
Part 3- Surgery
You could break my body, but you will never break my soul.
House woke up the next morning in an unfamiliar hospital room. There was a nurse standing next to the bed checking his vital signs. As House's vision cleared a little more he realised Wilson was also in the room. He was sitting in a chair near the window sleeping.
"Wake up, cancer boy!" House said dryly.
Wilson sat up quickly blinking a few times as he caught his bearings. "What?" He questioned House.
"I said wake up cancer boy!" House repeated. His voice was a little rough and a lot softer the normal.
"Are you seriously calling me cancer boy after you just had part of your leg replaced because of cancer? I believe that makes you cancer boy now!" Wilson joked.
"Probably, just promise me that I won't have to be like one of your bald chemo kids." House almost letting a small smile cross his face.
"You couldn't handle being one of them. You aren't that brave." Wilson smiled back. "How are you feeling?"
"Like I just came out of surgery."
Wilson smiled. Even after going through a serious surgery like this one, House was himself once again.
Within a week House was ready to get out of the Hospital and back home. But he had started Chemo and was getting sicker again. Chemotherapy doesn't just affect the cancer cells in his body but treats the body as a whole. Its purpose is to treat cells that may have escaped from where the cancer originated. As a result Chemo also affect parts of his body such as his bone marrow and the hair follicles.
After just a few days House's hair began falling out.
Wilson came into House's room to see him standing in front of a mirror, he was running his fingers through his quickly thinning hair. "That crap is turning me into a bald chemo patient."
"That's what it does." Wilson smiled at him. "Your ducklings got a new case and they are doing their best without you."
"What are the symptoms?"
"Sequence of color changes in the skin in response to cold or stress, numb, Prickly feeling or stinging pain upon warming. Presents in the finger, toes, and tips of ears."
"Raynaud's Disease start him on nifedipine and doxazosin."
Wilson stopped and thought about it for a moment. "That would make since. You should call them and tell them yourself. They all believe that you have disappeared off the face of the earth. And besides it will give you that omnipresent edge."
House smiled and reached for the phone to call them.
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Cameron, Chase and Foreman were in the conference room going over options when Cameron's beeper when off. It read, 'Raynaud's Disease- Nifedipine and doxazosin-House.'
"How did he know about the case?" Chase questioned. "Did he leave a number?"
"The number is 497-4000." Cameron read the number that displayed.
Chase went to the phone in House's office and called the number.
"University Medical Center, how may I help you?" The voice on the other line said.
"Uh- yes, can you tell me how I might get a hold of Dr. Gregory House?" Chase said quite confused.
"Is he a doctor here? I've never heard that name. Oh no sorry he is a patient. I can give you his room number and the number for his room, which would you like?" The receptionist said nicely.
"The number for his room would be just fine." Chase was still confused.
"Okay it is 497-4304. Is there anything else you need?"
"No thank you very much." Chase wrote the number on a piece of paper and hung up the phone. He gave the others a weird look and dialed the number given to him.
"Joe's taxidermy, you snuff 'em we stuff 'em!" House answered the phone.
"House? What's Wrong?" Chase's voice came from the other line.
"I'm sorry you must have the wrong number. As I said before this is Joe's." House hung up the phone.
"What's wrong?" Foreman questioned as Chase returned from House's office.
"That number is from University Medical Center, House is a patient there. I called him and he hung up on me."
"What did he say?"
"Joe's taxidermy, you snuff 'em we stuff 'em. And that I had the wrong number."
"Are you sure it was House?" Cameron asked.
"It was House alright." Chase sat down. "Maybe we should talk with Cuddy."
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"What was that?" Wilson questioned.
"Chase, they know." House said upset.
"What? How?"
"Caller ID. They got the number off of the page I sent. I blame you." House said without real emotion. He really wasn't upset. It really didn't matter.
"So they know you are in the hospital. They don't know why."
"They're smart they'll find out. So when do I get to go home, Jimmy?" House begged with puppy dog eyes.
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A/N: I quoted mayo clinc in both this chapter and last chapter...
Okay kids hope you like it... and I am sorry about any mistakes... I am medicated right now, but inspired!!!