Chapter 4: Weak heart
House stared at the ceiling above him.
Stress caused this, huh? He thought it was nuts. He didn't want to believe it. It just had to be something else.
He looked through the glass wall of his room and saw all of the nurses out there. No sign of Chase, Cameron, Foreman, Cuddy or even Dr. Wilson. He sighed and then heard the door open, he tensed up. Who could that be?
Crap. It's Vogler. Lovely timing.
What could he possibly want to talk about? House thought, his mind running with a million thoughts.
"Gregory House," He began. "I heard that you quit, is that true?"
"Yeah," House replied gruffly.
"Why?" Vogler asked.
House rolled his eyes. Surely, he could've asked Dr. Wilson or Cuddy. He was really tempted to get away from Vogler.
"Okay then," Vogler said since he got no response. "What about not taking your Vicodin?"
"Why do you even care!" House retorted, angrily. He jerked his leg unexpectedly and his hand went flying to it. His breathing became laboured.
The monitor next to him began to beep faster, Vogler grew alarmed. He went over to the monitor, it showed that his heart was beating fast. Way too fast.
House noticed that Vogler was going to get Cuddy, he didn't want Cuddy to get distracted from her work again. Vogler was about to get someone when House clutched onto his sleeve from behind. His breathing hard and shallow.
"Don't…get Cuddy," House said, Vogler nodded and pried House's hand off his sleeve and ran to find anyone except Cuddy. With House's heart beating so fast, it started slowed down. House sighed, maybe he should've held onto Vogler longer. He looked at the monitor, his heart beat was too low. Shit. What the hell is going on inside him! He carefully laid back onto the bed, his world going black.
"Get the paddles!" Dr. Wilson yelled at the doctors when he reached House's room. He ran to House's side.
"House! Goddamn it!" Dr. Wilson got the paddles and placed them on House's chest.
Foreman, Chase and Cameron noticed that there were nurses running to where House's room was. By the time they got there, they saw House with his heart beat normal and a relieved Dr. Wilson next to him with paddles in his hands.
A few hours later, House woke up to find Dr. Wilson next to the bedside, sleeping in a chair. He looked at the clock, 10:21pm. Okay, shouldn't Wilson be at home, tucked in bed? And won't the Beast be mad?
He poked Dr. Wilson in the face. No response. House poked again, even harder into his cheek.
"Wake up," House said, his voice hoarse. He gave up after a few pokes.
Maybe glaring at him will work, his glares are always intimidating. He gave up when he noticed that Dr. Wilson was not going to budge.
He looked at to what he was attached up to. He figured that if he didn't take the IV line out, he wouldn't get into as much trouble as just trying to get away. So he pushed the sheets off and got out of bed quietly along with the pole. The bed made a creak. House muttered a little "Shit." and peeked to see if he had woken Dr. Wilson. Turns out that Dr. Wilson must be a deep sleeper. House went off to sneak around the hospital just for the sake of it, he wanted to make sure that his leg was going to get any better or any worse. He used the pole as support.
The halls were empty, House found himself walking past his office and made it to Cuddy's office. The light was on. What could she be doing here this late? House peeked through the door frame, he could see a huge mess on Cuddy's table and her chair with its back faced to him. House let himself in and tried his best not to make any noise. His leg was doing okay so far.
He reached to Cuddy's desk, all the paperwork scattered out on the desk. Funny, he thought that Cuddy was somewhat an organised person. His eyes then moved to the chair. He found Cuddy there sleeping with her hair in a mess. That's what a long day can do to you. House noticed there was a string of hair covering her eyes, he moved them out of the way and placed it behind her ear. He frowned when he realized why she was here so late. It was because of him. All this trouble with him, and she didn't have time to do through her paperwork so she had to do them late at night. He sighed and left the office, swiftly.
He saw that Dr. Wilson was still there in the room, sleeping in his chair. A small smile appeared on House's face as he crawled back into bed. Good ol' Wilson.
House leant back onto the bed, unsure if he should still leave or not. He stared at the ceiling once again.
Oh well. As they say, tomorrow's another day.