A/N: Sorry about the delay, again!! Forgive me! I've had three invitations that've kept me away from it 4 a very long period of time. But, hey. It's a great Easter present!!:) Don't u agree?
"What?" Cameron sat up in her seat with full alert, stupefied at Foreman's words. "Are you sure she said that?"
"I'm positive." he confirmed, folding his arms together.
"Are you sure about that, Foreman?" House stopped pacing for a moment, looking down at his doctor. "Because you might've been day-dreaming about that new nurse you've had your eye on since last week."
"What does seeing nurses have to do with this?"
"Oh, I don't know. Except for the fact that you've really had an eye on her, and boy. She is hot." He turned to Cameron. "Don't worry. We still love you, too."
Cameron rolled her eyes as a small grin emerged out of the middle of nowhere. Foreman, though, didn't spell out a sunny expression. "House-"
"Oh, fine. Whinny. You weren't off in your little fantasy world, making out with that nurse. Now, are we all cheerful and ready to save some lives?"
None of the team responded to the question asked, all three members staring around in different directions. The floor was Chase's main spot while Foreman and Cameron both drifted off to random places in the conference room, staying soundless.
House went back to his pacing and continued on with the conversation."Okay. So, the mom's going to gamble with her kids and let us go ahead with the tests. Aren't the moms usually the ones who make us play it safe?"
"She's not gambling," Foreman corrected, "She thinks this is the best route for her kids. That's why she did it."
"Or maybe she-"
"Does anyone in this room care about this case other than me?!" Cameron asked in question, looking at the others.
"Haven't you been paying attention to us?! We've already decided what to do," Foreman barked back.
"Yeah, but still-"
"Still what? There's nothing to explain here!"
The immunologist stayed silent, seeming like if she'd either cry her heart out, releasing her or smack Foreman in the face hard. Violently hard. But she didn't do either; instead, she mutely nodded, understanding her co-worker's words.
"Yeah. Next time you try to speak out your mind, don't issue it to the hospital. Who knows? Your hot nurse might've been listening in that time," House commented, breaking Cameron's silence.
An ery pause took place before the immunologist stood to her feet. "I've gotta go." She turned on her heel, seeming as confident as ever, despte her recent encounter, and walked out of eyesight in only a few moments.
House and Chase now gave their full attention to Foreman, glaring at him with their two, unique gazes. "What?" the neurologist asked, his shoulders rising and his palms flat out, facing towards the ceiling, as he did so.
"It's your fault. You hurt Cameron's feelings," House replied with a 5-year old tone.
"Well, it's the truth! What am I supposed to do?! Go into some useless discussion with her?! For..." His sentence faded away as he saw his boss headed in the door's direction. "Where are you going?"
"Nowhere. Just to get on Cuddy's nerves." With that excuse made, he limped out into the hallway, going to accomplish his real mission.
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"Why did you choose the option when you know the condition of your kids?"
Abigail turned to face the stranger talking to her. The really...mean looking stranger. Someone who could make anyone a little nervous on the inside. He towered over her, having distinct blue eyes an average person could recognize. And she thought she had really blue eyes. Wrong there. His hair wasn't that well groomed, the clothes on his frame swallowed his true sculpture underneath, and the frown on his face screamed out, "Leave me alone!" Also, Abigail detected his long, wooden cane that stood in uniform with his right leg, the right hand grasping its curve. And from it, she knew he was in pain and had a feeling he took too many pills than necessary.
"Excuse me?"
"If I didn't make it clear the first time, I think I asked why you chose what you did." he repeated.
Not wanting to answer this man's question, she fell into a quiet mode, staring through the glass as if Jackie were in jail for murder or a federal crime. She attempted to keep her focus on the body lying before her, but eventually got dragged into his world. "Why did you ask me that?"
"Because. I love asking random people personal questions. It's what I live for," the man replied with sarcasm dripping off every word.
Abigail went silent on him again for a second, turning to get a glimpse at her daughter, but turned almost instantly back. "Wait a minute. You don't anything about me, whether I'm the mother. Whether she knows me as a friend or her legal guardian-"
"I'm a mind reader. But, the look in your eyes, your facial expression, and the way you're standing is too obvious for any other explanation. So, I just took a guess and got lucky."
"Well, you've hit the jackpot alright," she mumbled to herself due to the restless sleep she got the past night, turning away again for a moment, then making eye contact. "Look. If I just tell you why I did what I did, would you stop intruding?"
"I can't...I'm your twins' doctor."
The woman was stupefied by his answer. In two ways."...How did you know-"
"I've got their room numbers and histories. I'm not an idiot."
"So...you're Dr. House?"
"Yep. That's my name, and personally, I don't want it worn out. So, what's your glorious tale for your action?"
A few minutes of complete quietness between the two happened, both awkward with the situation. Finally, though, after it'd seem like if it was endless, Abigail drew in a deep breath and opened her mouth to begin. "When I first heard about what was the current state for each one of them...I didn't want to make a choice. It was just too hard. I didn't want my kids to...be in a position where they could die. Although, it seemed impossible." She paused, reflecting on what she'd said, then went on."My husband and I were given two options by Dr. Foreman. Either they'd get the tests done or...we'd wait and see if their symptoms wouldn't go away. We were going to think about it, but...as the doctor walked away, I got a feeling. So, without thinking through it completely...I told him my decision."
She grew silentious, her mouth drawn back up to where it had laid not too long ago, and her blue eyes wandering down to the floor and back at House. "I thought it'd be the right thing to do," she whispered, concluding her story.
"You're doing something risky. Risky enough to where they'll die. But, at this point, it's the only option. There's no other choice," he told her, looking away and focusing on the girl inside the room.
Another pause swept over them before Abigail asked the question she feared the most, regretting every word she said. "How long do you think Jackie and Abe have?"
"Honestly...I can't tell you. Probably a few days or so." House remained staring into the room, thinking about the symptoms and eliminating everything he could, when his eyes decried at Jackie, who was suddenly beginning to contract violently.
"She's seizing," he issued to Abigail, hobbling into her daughter's room.
The woman turned from the eye-grabber sucking all of her attention, viewing the shock behind her. Her hand automatically cupped her mouth to prevent her from screaming out loud or concerning people around her. No. This can't be happening. It can't be. All of this is a dream. But, when she pinched herself, it stung, proving itself. She watched House taking care of the problem, fear hovering over her like a raincloud on a cartoon when it was sad. Why us? Why Jackie? Why are we suffering?
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"Both kids were seizing?!"
"Yep."
"Then why are the tests still on?!" Cuddy put both hands on her hips, observing House as he threw his tennis ball from one hand to the other.
"Because it's what Mommy Dearest wanted for them. You have to respect her wishes, remember? Or, did you skip that part when you were looking into your handbook on how to be the most aggravating Dean of Medicine known to man?"
"Well, did you try to convince her to change her mind?"
"Tried, but couldn't," he lied. "She persuaded it's the best choice."
"Maybe I should go and-"
"I wouldn't. She's too busy making sad faces at her darlings to talk with the royal-pain in the butt of the hospital."
She shifted her weight to one side as she crossed her arms. "Don't do anything that's going to get me sued."
"What? Why would I do that? I'm a little saint."
She sighed. "I'm serious, House."
"I'm serious, too."
Cuddy gave her employee the glare before speaking again. "Have you seen Cameron anywhere? I haven't seen her since late this morning."
"Nope. Foreman and Cameron got into a debate, he hurt her feelings, and she went out of the room." He stopped leaning in his seat, placed his feet onto the carpet, and stood up, reaching for his cane. "Where are you going?"
"Why do you need to know. Besides, that's getting into my business. Did you skip that part, too?"
She rolled her eyes, adjusting her position so both legs stood with equal weight on them. "Are you going to go look for her?"
"Maybe. Maybe not. Can't tell you."
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"This is insane." Foreman leaned back into his chair as his eyes observed Chase getting the computer ready. "House is still making us do this, and the girl seized not long ago."
"She could be in her last minutes, and he'd still be crazy." Chase clicked around on the screen as he moved the mouse.
"You've got a point."
"Jackie, I need you to stay completely still while we do this, okay?"
"Got it," their patient replied from the MRI machine, getting her last second movement taken care of.
"Okay, then. Here we go." The Australian did another procedure on the computer, but didn't get what he wanted. Instead of functioning like a good computer should, it started going bizarre, not letting him do what he desired. Chase performed the very few tricks he learned while being taught how to operate the MRI machine, but it failed. Several moments later, the computer, as he knew it, was dead.
"Great." Chase cussed under his breath, angry with his technology. "Now what do we do?"
Foreman didn't reply, thinking up of what to say to House, but suddenly got an idea. "Wait a minute. I've got an idea." He rose up from his seat and advanced towards the exit out of the space.
"What? What's your idea?"
"It's a long story. You'll see." With that, he left, leaving Chase by himself, on with his brilliant plan. Or a plan that'd work.
UGH! Testing is this week, so wish me luck!!! Oh, well. More time 2 write!!! Anyways, hope everybody had a GREAT Easter, thinking about the Lord the entire time and getting Peeps and chocolate while they're at it!!!! Please review!!!
