Chapter 10: Get. Out. Of. Here.
To my surprise, the room was unguarded and the hallway was empty. So, throwing caution to the wind, I ran over to the glass room and found myself desperately yelling, "House! House! Wake up!" My hopes were crushed, he's asleep… I'm too late. Then, suddenly, the lifeless body moved. House opened his eyes and blue clashed with brown. His face contorted in annoyance and anger, but his brilliant blue eyes revealed something I could only translate as fear.
"I'm awake! Now get out of here before they hear your obnoxious voice!" He all, but pleaded.
"We came to break you out of here and we're not leaving without you!" I continued, ignoring Chase's heavy breathing and acute paranoia. He kept glancing around the room, anxiously tapping his foot.
"Well, got a key?" House exaggerated. Wilson's expression was a sufficient response. "Didn't think so." He continued, turning his eyes back to the ceiling. "Did you at least bring some pizza? I'm starving, man!"
"We'll break the glass." I countered. I was determined to get him out by any means necessary.
"And live to tell the tale?" House replied in his familiar sarcasm. His tone would normally be viewed as comical if it was not for the dire situation. Although, his face still appeared annoyed, his eyes still seemed apprehensive and worried. He sighed and continued on sincerely, "James, I'll be fine. Please go. Go to the lab," he looked around suddenly, "and where's Cuddy and Cameron?"
"They're fine." I replied absent-mindedly. "You're plan worked…and now we're going to get you out of here." I stressed.
"Even if you find a way into the room, you would still need to break the handcuffs…" House replied wearily. He lost the urge to argue. His tiredness alarmed me. I was about to speak when he continued, "did you even think this through before you got down here?"
"Look, I didn't have the time. Now stop bickering." I resolved to ignore House. I looked around the hallway, hoping something would spark a plan. House began almost yelling at me, desperation evident in his voice.
"Wilson! Get. Out. Of. Here. I'll. Be. Fine!" He stressed, begging that I would leave. I briefly looked him in the eyes, before I felt Chase tug at my sleeve.
"Wilson, we have to go." He urged. I was about to ask what he meant when I heard the group of footsteps heading our way. My first instinct was to run, but I was frozen.
"No, we can't leave him behind again." I said fearfully, panic taking over. For once, Chase was the one with the level head.
"Come on, Wilson, we're of no help to him if we don't leave now." Chase begged, grabbing my shirt in an attempt to drag me from the room. I looked timorously to House, who nodded.
"James, listen to Chase…please go." He begged sincerely. I gave in.
"We'll be back for you." I promised before following Chase down the hall. Eventually, we ducked into a janitor's closet. Both of us sighed with relief as three shadows passed the door.
"Either we're really great at hiding or they're really not the brightest crayons in the box…" Chase whispered with a weak laugh. I nodded sadly, unable to smile at the remark. Chase sensed my hesitation in the darkness, "It's House. If anyone can survive this, he can."
"Did you even see how tired he was?" I asked my voice broken.
"He'll be fine…" Chase whispered, but his voice was anything, but comforting. He sounded as if he was trying to convince himself. "We need to worry about ourselves right now." He continued, shifting uneasily in the enclosed place. "We should-" Chase stopped abruptly and held his breath. Adrenaline rushed through our veins as a shadow lingered in front of the semi-transparent glass. We waited for what seemed like an eternity until, to our relief, the silhouette faded and moved down the hall.
I released a breath that I didn't know I was holding. "I think we should stay here for awhile…" I whispered. Chase nodded. Suddenly the absurdity of the situation made me laugh slightly.
"What's so funny?" Chase asked, relieved by my sudden good humor.
"Could you just imagine what House would say right about now?" I laughed again. "Chase and Wilson in a janitor's closet?" We both laughed quietly, finding some amusement in the most inauspicious of circumstances.
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