Sorry its taken me so long to update recently, I have been busy with a new job, plus I have had a little writers block. So apologies if you have been waiting.
Feedback on the last few chapters would be appreciated, I need to know if you think I'm on the right track. Sorry for the swearing in the last chapter, it had to be done.
The next chapters a bit of a short one, but I hope you enjoy anyway. Please R+R.
Five people assembled in the conference room. All looked bleak and exhausted. Each nervous set of hands clutched at steaming mugs of strong coffee, attempting to draw strength from the heat given off from the murky brown liquid. The five figures all sat hunched over the glass table their identical white lab coats were unable to hide the emotions that their owners felt.
Cameron's eyes kept wondering nervously to the angry bruise beginning to form on Cuddy's otherwise unblemished throat. Who in turn starred at the highly polished surface of the conference table, her hands visibly shaking around her coffee mug. Chase nursed the spot where the broken needle had just been extracting. His hands were shaking slightly. Wilson sat with his head in his hands, his own bruised face hidden temporarily from view. Foreman was the only one who attempted to remain stoic.
He had suggested that House had had two psychotic episodes. If this was the case House would need medication to control his aggression and hallucinations. Foreman assured everyone that if these symptoms were due to the head injury they could just be temporary, that they might fade in time.
"It might not have been the head injury." Cameron piped up. Everyone except Wilson turned to look at her. "We have to explore the possibility that House's behaviour was down to something else. A hormonal imbalance, or an adrenaline secreting tumour, over the years we have seen so many causes of psychotic episode. We could still eliminate these symptoms."
Cuddy simply nodded her head. She could not trust her bruised throat from betraying her emotions. She was finding it difficult to concentrate since she felt House's hands close over her exposed throat. She shuddered as she once again felt his burnt, injured hand closing round her throat, saw the wild look in his normally composed, if a little dilated eyes. She shook her head trying to clear the image. Her hands tightened desperately around the hot mug in front of her, ignoring the pain in her palms.
"I'll draw some blood to test in the lab while he's out" Cameron looked around at her colleagues as if waiting for confirmation, or perhaps a warning to be careful. This time no one bothered to look up.
Cameron got up to leave "I'll go with you" Foreman followed her out, Cameron barely suppressed a sigh of relief as she left the room, she couldn't believe she felt his way but she didn't want to be left alone with House at the moment, whether he was conscious or not.
Chase also got to his feet "I'm going to make an appointment for a HIV test." This made Wilson look up. The young doctor simply shrugged his shoulders. "I was contaminated with House's blood, I'm not going to take my chances." With that he was gone. Leaving the two older doctors alone. Neither felt ready to say anything just yet. They simply sat there lost in thought, relieving their last encounters with House. Steaming mugs of coffee clutched desperatly between their shaking hands.