A/N: So, here it is! I hope you like it! This is the chapter with the House crossover, so please tell me if it totally sucks. But ignore the fact that the two are in totally different times, I am aware of that fact, and chose to ignore it. So you should ignore it too. Thank you so much to all of you that are reviewing and adding the story to favourites and alerts and all that great stuff! It makes me so happy. So, I won't bore you any more, here is the fourth chapter of An Unusual Pair!
Once I was outside, I realized I didn't have a ride home. But I was hyper and jumpy, so I decided to run home. Big mistake.
See, I momentarily forgot that I couldn't run without having an asthma attack. I didn't even get around the corner before I was bent over wheezing and gasping for breath. I reached into my pocket for my inhaler. I didn't feel my hand close over the life-saving implement. I frantically searched my other pockets, but it was nowhere to be found. My hand found my head as I realized that I left it in my gym locker today. Then I started to completely panic and hyperventilate, which was doing wonders for my asthma attack.
Sense came back to me, and I turned around and ran back to Roger's house.
Crap crapcrapcrapcrap crap!
My head was starting to feel light and my hands were getting clammy. My lungs were starved for oxygen. By the time I reached Roger's door, my vision was blacking out. I heard someone open the door, and then collapsed into their arms.
I heard a faint, "Um, Roger, I think it's for you!" before I passed out.
I woke up in a bright room that smelled like antiseptic. I immediately tried to sit up, to get a better sense of where I was, but felt a pulling in my arm that held me down. My vision became clearer, and I saw a heart monitor, and an IV in my arm. My brain kicked into gear and informed me that I was in a hospital room, and that last night Roger kissed me and I tried to run home, and ended up on his doorstep having an asthma attack.
With a start, I realized there was another man in the room.
"Don't try to get up, you'll pull the IV out of your arm. Real great job, freaking out when your boyfriend kissed you and inducing an asthma attack." The word boyfriend echoed in my mind.
"He's not my boyfriend," I said automatically. But then I thought about it.
Then what is he?
"Oh, friends with benefits, then. Fuck buddies, if you will." I just ignored him. I tried again to get out of the bed, but the man's strong hands held me down.
"Where's Roger?"
"What, looking for another asthma attack? This could become a problem. Now, no kissing until you've discovered the cure for asthma. Or learn to bring your inhaler. Take your pick." I was getting a little tired of this verbal abuse. And I had no idea who he was.
"Who the hell are you anyways?"
"I'm doctor House. Dr. Cuddy has forced me to work the ER, so now you're my patient."
"Where's Roger?" I repeated.
"Somewhere around here." My heart sped up. And to my dismay, the heartbeat on the monitor mimicked my own. The man, Dr. House, smirked, noticing the increase. Then his smile fell, turning into an inquisitive frown.
"What's wrong?" He didn't answer, which just made me more worried. Then he felt my forehead.
"You're burning up." He leapt into action, calling nurses to get saline and cooling blankets. I did feel a little funny. He stuck a thermometer in my mouth, and waited for the nurses to get here. From what I could gather, they were having a hard time finding the cooling blankets.
The thermometer beeped.
"Just get in here! He's got a fever of 104!" I was really starting to feel weird. I felt my limbs start twitching, and then nothing. For the second time, I blacked out. Except this time I was having a seizure.
Once again, I woke up in a bright hospital room. But my parents were there instead of some insane old doctor. When they saw my eyes opening, the rushed to my bedside.
"Oh Mark! I'm so glad you're okay! I was worried sick!" My mom babbled on and on about how scared she was. My dad just sat there looking at me, ignoring my mom's babble like me.
Oh shit, do they know?
I was terrified that the doctor had told them how I got the asthma attack. But they seemed normal, and if they had known I'd kissed a boy, I know they would be disowning me as soon as possible.
I interrupted my mom's speech. "What did the doctor say? What do I have?"
My dad jumped in before my mom could continue. "A fever."
"Dad, I know that! But what's causing the fever?"
"Mark, they don't know."
"What?"
"They don't know what's causing the fever." Okay, great. I have a fever and no one knows why.
"Where's Roger?" I repeated the question, not caring if they had no idea who he was. I needed to talk to him.
"Who?" My mother obviously had no clue who he was.
"Roger, my friend, I was at his house when I got the asthma attack."
"Oh, that young man. He's in the cafeteria, getting something to eat. Poor dear, he's been here the whole time. You two must be really good friends." I laughed a little.
"Yeah, Mrs. Cohen, we are." Roger walked into the room, and I smiled. His shaggy hair fell into his sparkling green eyes lightly, his tight leather pants highlighted every muscle in his legs, and when he saw me awake, his smile shone through his worry, causing my heart to speed up a little. Luckily my parents weren't doctors, so they didn't really notice.
"I'll give you two some privacy." For once my mom was able to shut up and walk out of the room.
"Hey Marky boy, how are you feeling?" I smiled at the nickname.
"Well, I've been better. Would you mind getting me some water?"
"No, not at all." He grabbed a plastic cup that was by my bed, then went into the bathroom to fill it with some water. He just watched me as I drank the whole cup. He silently got up and got me some more. This time I just sipped it slowly. Finally, he spoke.
"Well, I wouldn't have kissed you if I knew you'd freak out and give yourself an asthma attack!" He chuckled, trying to laugh away his obvious worry. It touched my heart that he seemed so worried about me. "I do have to admit, though. When you were passed out, I was pretty scared. Then when you had the seizure, it was just worse."
"I'm so sorry Roger, I should have used common sense and called my mom for a ride, or I should have just walked. I also should have remembered my inhaler." He shushed me, then bent down to kiss my forehead.
"No, Mark, it's not your fault. And anyways, you probably would still have had the seizure, so it's better you were actually in the hospital when it happened."
"Yeah, I guess you're right. I still feel bad about making you worry like that."
He shrugged. "Well, I'm not so worried now, so all's well."
"But still, I-"
"Mark, would you shut up for once and let me kiss you?" He pressed his lips to mine. I grabbed his face in my hands, and he sat down on the bed, well aware this would be more than just a short kiss, and that he needed to be comfortable. Stubble around his mouth tickled my face, but I didn't mind. I slid my hands up his face, into his hair. It was softer than I expected, but it still had a slight roughness to it.
He opened his mouth, and stuck his tongue out, asking for permission to enter my mouth. I gladly allowed him to enter my mouth. He tasted like chocolate, like he just ate a candy bar. I gained some confidence, and let my tongue explore his mouth.
I don't know how long we stayed like that, kissing, exploring each others' mouths. But we were interrupted by a loud cough. Roger jumped off the bed, expecting my parents. For a split second, I panicked. But then I saw Dr. House sitting in a chair by the wall. It seemed like he had been sitting there for a long time.
"I think I may vomit." I blushed fiercely. It seemed this man was determined to humiliate me. "I've gotta ask some questions. Your boyfriend might want to leave."
"No, he can stay."
"Okay then, first question. Have you ever had sex?" I looked at Roger, and he got the message. He nodded, smiling a little, then left.
"Uh, no, never."
"If I hadn't interrupted, I bet you'd have a different answer." I couldn't help but smirk a little.
He kept asking me questions about drugs, alcohol, traveling, etc. I learned that he and his team were thinking infection. I couldn't think of anything I might have done to get a serious infection, but I'm not a doctor, so I couldn't know what could have caused this.
After what seemed like hours of questioning and humiliation, he finally left. Roger came back in with my parents, so no chance of another make-out session.
"Well sweetie, we're going to go back home to get you some books and your camera. We'll see you in about 45 minutes." They left quickly, thankfully.
"And I should probably do my homework... I could get it from my house and then come back if you want me to."
"No, my parents might get kinda suspicious if you do that. But I'll see you again tomorrow, right?"
He nodded. "Of course." Then he left, and I was alone with my thoughts. And I had plenty to think about before my parents got back.
A/N: Okay, one last note. I realize I've stopped switching perspectives. I like it better this way now, but I do feel it was kind of necessary in the earlier chapters. I may do a little bit of switching to House's perspective, but I'm not sure yet. Okay, that's all!