Chapter 10

"Dr. Cuddy, what a surprise. I trust my order of discharge has been approved?" Dibala asked 'kindly' from his hospital bed.

"Yes it has. But that's not the reason why Dr. Foreman and I are here though. We're here on the means of, how do I put this lightly, an investigation of the whereabouts of an illness that has infected one of this hospital's finest doctors, with you Mr. President, as a person of supreme interest."

"I don't know what you're talking about," claimed Dibala, with a look of innocence.

"Oh yes you do," jumped in Foreman. "A couple of days ago, you accused Dr. Cameron of doing something that she didn't do, nor would ever do to a patient. Because of what's happened, she's now fighting for her life, as she's somehow contracted Lassa Fever. This is where you come into the picture: When you grabbed Dr. Cameron's arm, you left a nail mark that broke the skin on her wrist, which is how she became infected. You tried to kill her."

"Even if I did, you wouldn't be able to prove it."

"Wanna bet?" House called from the back of the room.

"Who are you?"

"A doctor about to commit revenge on behalf of a patient and her husband for what you did to her. You knew before hand that Dr. Cameron was to give you an injection, but since you're a patient, you wouldn't be able to dismiss her. So, you son-of-a-bitch, you decided to do things the hard, and gruesome way: murder. Want to know how I know how you did it?" He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small bottle that was labeled: Lassa-infected rat blood. "You coated your nails with this, and when you had the chance to, grabbed Dr. Cameron's arm tightly and broke the skin, thus allowing the virus to enter her bloodstream." By this time, Dibala had sweated up a storm. "We also know that you and your advisors have plans to commit genocide against your own people, and I'm guessing that this is one of the ways you might do it."

Dibala looked down in defeat, and nodded silently. "So, what happens now?"

"For one thing, you won't be returning to your homeland for a very long time. You and your advisor will be taken into local custody for attempted murder of an American doctor, and then transferred to the custody of the U.N., where I have no doubt you will be tried for crimes against humanity," Cuddy announced, looking Dibala straight in the eye. "And I also expect a formal written statement of apology to not only Drs. Cameron and Chase, but to this entire hospital for what you did." Dibala nodded silently once again. "Security, get them out of my sight," she said to the Chief of Police.

"Wait, you said something about revenge?" asked Joseph.

"The only revenge that will be done is something that only the peace-givers can do," muttered House loudly.

"That may be true, but that's not what I thought revenge was," Foreman said, and then decked Joseph square in the face. "That was for questioning my abilities as a doctor, and for threatening one of my best friends!" he scoffed as he turned on his heel, and left, House right behind him. Cuddy then stepped aside and allowed the police to arrest the two "murderers".

"President Dibala," announced the Princeton Chief of Police, "You and your right-hand are under arrest for the attempted murder of Dr. Allison Cameron-Chase, and as a violation of the Geneva Convention, plotting crimes against humanity." The officers led the pair out of the room, in handcuffs, and down the hall.

"Thank-you Chief. Please let me know once you make contact with the U.N.," Cuddy said as she shook his hand, and he tipped his hat in reply. Once he left, her pager beeped with the message, "Alli's room, upstairs." My work here is done. Now, on to more important things, she thought as she quickly walked to the elevator.

"How's she doing?" Cuddy asked as soon as she walked in the door of Cameron's room, and Wilson walked up to her.

"Fever's holding at 105, and her vitals are still low as well. Good news is that her breathing's improved somewhat, so we've taken her off the mask, but will still be kept on the oxygen for another couple of days, so it'll be done through her nasal passage for now." Foreman and House walked into the doorway by that time. "It's only a matter of when before she'll actually wake up," Wilson quietly explained to them all, looking back at Cameron

"It's all up to her now. We'll just have to keep her fluids and meds coming," Foreman added. "There's nothing more we can do tonight, so go on home." House, Cuddy, and Wilson all left, but Foreman remained. He walked up to Chase, who was still holding her hand as he kept his vigil over his wife, who still had yet to wake up. Foreman touched his shoulder, startling him out of his trance for a moment. "I'm gonna go, but I'll be back in the morning. If you need anything, or Allison makes any change, I'm only a phone call away."

"Thanks," whispered Chase.

"I decked Dibala's right-hand, and they're both in custody for what's happened. Was that anywhere near to the revenge you wanted?"

"No, but it was close enough. They both got what they deserved, and will now pay the price for this. Thanks for doing it for me though."

"Anytime. I'll see you tomorrow then." Foreman touched Cameron's leg in reassurance and comfort, then left. Please God, let us all see her smile tomorrow. Her life is in your hands now. Just give us a sign.

A couple of hours later, Chase finally decided to stand up, and made his way over to the blinds to close them, giving him and his wife some privacy, as they had not had any for the last couple of days. Turning around, he checked Cameron's medication, changed the bag of saline fluid, and turned off the overhead light before discarding the used bag. Stopping still for a moment, he thought about all that had happened to them, all the while listening to her still raspy breathe. Going back to her side, he looked at the vital monitor: her fever was still high, and was possible to be near the crisis point.

"Allison," he whispered. "Please try." At that moment, Chase broke down again as he held her hand. "Alli, I can't live without you. Please, sweetheart," he pleaded as he kissed her hand. "Don't leave me alone." He then rested his head on the bed, very close to her leg, and still softly crying, he fell asleep, still holding her hand.

A/N: Once again, my apologies for the lateness of this chapter. I have finals right around the corner, and have a paper due on the 20th, so it'll still take time. As I have plans for the next 2 wknds in a row, I'll try to do mid-week posts, but don't guarantee anything yet. Also, I watched the last dark part of "Sense and Sensibility" to get an idea for Chase's moment, as it's very similar to what I have. Enjoy!