Part 7
The gunman pushed the gun harder against her side.
"One more step and she's gone."
"Please, you don't want to do this." The woman begged.
"Shut up!" he snapped.
"You really don't."
"Shut up!"
"Mrs. Morrison, please be quiet." The girl pleaded, looking the man over. She knew he hadn't taken his medicine in at least two days. Acute paranoia or advanced psychosis, if she guessed correctly. "He's not thinking clearly."
"Quiet!"
"Just leave the girl-"
"POLICE! DROP YOUR WEAPON!"
BANG BANG BANG
"AHHH!" Noel shrieked jolting from her spot on the couch. House came tearing from his room and over to where Noel was curled up on the couch, holding her side and shaking.
"What's going on?"
"I had a nightmare." She said, trying to calm down.
"You ok?" he asked, looking her over. That was when he saw the blood, which had begun to spread out over her side. "You're bleeding." He said calmly.
Noel's eyes grew wide and she lifted the side of her shirt up. Scar tissue wrapped around a large gash in her side. House went into the other room and grabbed a towel, which he threw at her.
"Don't bleed on my couch." He said shortly. Noel folded the towel and pressed it to the wound. She noticed a spring had made its way out of the couch and, with her twisting and turning, sliced her side. Wincing, she pulled her sandals and jacket on and made her way to the door. She climbed into the 'Vette and waited for House, fully dressed and half asleep, to bring the keys.
"I feel dizzy."
"You're going into shock."
"I'm not going into shock." She replied.
"What happened to your side?"
"A spring from your couch." She replied quietly, bitterly.
"I mean from before. The scars?"
No response.
"Noel?" he spared a glance at her and saw her staring into space, blank look on her face. "Noel, stay awake."
No response.
Cameron sat at her desk, searching furiously for any thing that could explain their patient's illness. A sudden beep at her hip brought her out of frustrated silence.
9-1-1 IN ER
She got up from her seat and made her way as fast as she could down to the ER. House stood outside one of the exam rooms.
"Stitches." He said when he saw her coming.
"You called me down here for…" she trailed off when she saw Noel inside, Foreman trying to clean up the mess of blood. Noel lay on the table, eyes indifferent and staring at the wall. "What happened?"
"Spring on my couch came loose, cut open her side."
"It's deep."
"Stitches, now."
"She went into shock?"
"On the ride over."
Cameron nodded and went into the room.
"Noel? Can you hear me?"
Her eyes slid over to Cameron and she gave a small whimper.
"Does it hurt?"
Her eyes started to close.
"Keep her awake." Foreman said.
"I know." She snapped. "Noel!" she said loudly. "You need to stay awake."
Noel opened her eyes and took a deep breath, wincing.
"Are you ok?"
"I-I'm fine. Really tired."
"Dr. Foreman's going to give you some medicine."
"Ok." She replied, managing a tired smile. "I want… House… I want my dad."
Foreman glanced up at Cameron with his "I'll go with it but you better tell me later" look.
"We have to stitch you up now." He said.
"When I wake up then, please, Allie. Tell him that."
Cameron nodded and pushed the meds into her IV.
