Last paragraph from chapter 6
Once Wilson left House cleaned up a little and changed into more comfortable PJ pants and kept his t-shirt on. He picked up the cell phone and called Lisa to see what she wanted to do. He was a little buzzed but was willing to stay up til all hours for her. It had been a long time since he felt this way about a woman, and was willing to do almost anything for her. He turned on the cell and pushed her speed dial number; he sat on the couch and waited while it rang.
Chapter 7
The ringing continued and he sat and waited patiently. "Maybe she fell asleep and she can't find her phone now that it's ringing" he thought as he waited. The voice mail came on, so he hung up and dialed again. When she didn't answer that time, he called her home phone instead, figuring that all the ringing would wake her up if she was asleep. When she didn't answer the home phone, he began to worry a little. She had expressed that she defiantly wanted to see him that night, so she would have her phone on her if she were out. Deciding that something may be wrong, he got in his car and drove to her house. It was his first time driving since he whole leg incident and he was a little nervous but he needed to see Lisa, to make sure that he was just over reacting and that she was fine. On his way to her house his cell phone rang. He picked it up and continued driving, hoping that it was her. Instead it was the phone number from Princeton General. He pulled the car over and answered the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hello, is this Greg House?"
"Yes."
"You just called this number did you not?"
"Yes I did, what's going on?"
"Well sir, Lisa Cuddy cannot come to the phone right now."
"Why the hell not? Why is her phone at Princeton General?"
"Sir, Lisa was in an accident and she cannot speak on the phone at this time."
"What happened, what are you talking about?"
"I cannot tell you any more information sir that is confidential."
"I'll be there as soon as possible. Would you tell Lisa that I'm coming?"
"I'll do my best to relay that message sir."
House hung up the phone and picked up the speed of his car and tried to keep his mind clear. This was his first time in a driver's seat in some time, and he needed to keep all his thoughts under control until he got the car parked. He found the nearest handicap parking space, which wasn't too difficult giving the lateness of the evening and all.
He had been in this hospital several times and found the emergency room with ease. He tried with some difficulty to try to look composed when he reached the desk. As he reached the desk he realized that he was wearing PJ bottoms and some random band t-shirt. "Way to look composed Greg" he thought, but ignored himself, he needed to find Lisa, and he could worry about his appearance much later, if not at all.
"I'm looking for Lisa Cuddy. She was admitted sometime earlier tonight."
"What is your reason for your arrival sir?"
"I'm Greg House, both a good friend and colleague of Lisa's. I called her cell phone earlier and someone called me back. They know that I'm arriving. Could you tell me where Lisa is?"
He tried to keep his impatience to himself. He knew that he would never get to see her if he blew up in front of this lady in the middle of the night.
"Oh yes, ok follow me."
"Thank god." He thought.
The receptionist led him to Lisa's treating physician for the night. They discussed her condition, which wasn't too good. She was in a car accident and was now in a coma. Too many thoughts to process came running through House's head all at once. He took in as much information about her condition as possible and then was led to her room. He sat in the chair next to her and just starred for what felt like hours. The treating doctor knew of House and knew enough to not even think about kicking him out of her room. He informed the staff that House can do almost anything he wants and to leave him alone for the most part. For the rest of the night he just sat in her room. He held her hand and just thought. There was nothing he could do for her tonight but wait and that's exactly what he did. Periodically a night nurse would come in and ask him if he needed anything. He was in such a daze that he didn't even realize that he forgot to bring some Vicodin with him. He was in a huge hurry to get to the hospital that he forgot. When he left the house he figured that he would find Cuddy and would end up at her house and his lack of Vicodin could be figured out later, but now he didn't have any. Tonight he didn't care and wasn't even aware of the pain, he was just starring in disbelief of where he was and who was in the hospital bed next to him.
