The gunman quickly turned around at the knock on the clinic door. He strode over to Chase and Wilson, and pulled Chase up by the shoulder with the gunshot wound. Chase yelped as his arm burnt with pain.
"Open the door slightly." The gunman ordered Wilson, waving his gun around.
Wilson slowly walked over to the door and opened it slightly.
His mouth dropped open in disbelief at who was standing there.
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Foreman finished writing the advice about what to do, and placed it into a basket with food, water and supplies needed for Chase's injuries.
Cuddy looked down at the basket and looked at everyone standing around her, their faces still pale.
They all glanced at the basket before looking towards the clinic.
The sergeant walked up and went to pick up the basket, when a cane hit his hand.
"I'm taking it up." House said.
The sergeant shook his head frantically.
"Sir that really isn't a good idea." Cuddy nodded in agreement.
"House let's not forget that the gunman came into the hospital looking for revenge on you also." Cuddy said firmly. House shrugged.
"The wombat and Wilson are up there, if I get dragged into it, then shoot the prick." House grinned as he quickly picked up the basket and quickly limped towards the clinic before the sergeant caught onto what was happening.
"Sir, wait….. don't." The sergeant yelled as he ran after to him, waving his arms.
The sergeant quickly turned and yelled
"Sharp shooters follow him, keep out of sight and if the gunman tries anything, shoot on sight."
Ten men nodded and ran after House.
House sighed as he saw the sharp shooters position themselves so the gunman wouldn't see.
House knocked on the door and heard a scuffle, a yelp and words being told before the door opened slightly.
House frowned as he saw Wilson's surprised face, bruised with some cuts and blood.
"House?" Wilson moaned.
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The gunman's eyes opened in surprise as he heard Wilson say House.
The gunman dragged Chase to the door and shoved Wilson out of the way.
He pushed Chase into Wilson, causing them both to fall to the clinic room floor and pulled the door open wide.
House was standing there, leaning slightly on his cane. The gunman grinned evilly and pointed his gun at House.
"If you'd be so kind." The gunman laughed, gesturing House to go into the room. House shook his head.
"I'd rather not." House said returning the grin. The gunman went livid, he aimed at House and went to fire, but House stepped out of the way.
Gunshots rang out as ten people shot the gunman. The gunman had a look of surprise on his face as he fell to the ground.
"W-what? I h-had it p-planed p-perfectly." The gunman stuttered, blood flying out of his mouth as he spoke.
House looked down at him as the sharp shooters came running forward.
"Obviously not." House said, the gunman glared at him and gasped, his head rolling to one side, he didn't move anymore.
"House, help!" Wilson yelled out as he tried to help Chase. House quickly limped into the clinic room and stopped as he saw something on the floor.
Chase was writhing on the floor, he was having a seizure. Wilson was trying to hold him still. Chase's body flew around for a couple more seconds before going limp. Wilson felt for a pulse. He looked up at House in horror.
"No pulse."
"Prepare surgery 1!" House yelled out into the waiting room. The sharp shooters relayed that message into their walkie- talkies, to the sergeant, who told Cuddy.
Cameron and Foreman ran to the clinic to help Chase, Cuddy stayed behind long enough to tell a couple more nurses to prepare surgery 1.
The nurses nodded before running away.
Cuddy stood in the clinic waiting room as they wheeled Chase out on a stretcher towards the operating theatre, Cuddy followed slowly.
Its going to be a long wait, Cuddy thought as she lowered herself into a chair and held her head in her hands.