A/N: Mmm. Gotta love a catfight. Fun stuff.
Thanks for the reviews everybody. You guys rock tube sox!
Not as much as I do but you're pretty high up there!
Woot.
If it would've been two inches higher.
If it would've went a little deeper.
If he didn't shift this way.
If he didn't shift that way.
If he would've sat up.
"Is he going to be okay?"
"It's hard to say."
"Why can't you tell me? Look, I'm a doctor too…I know what gunshot wounds do. Now, I'm going to ask this one more time…is he going to be okay?"
"The risks are high, as you know Dr. Cuddy. The likelihood that he will survive six bullets is pretty low."
"Thank you Dr. Morris."
Wilson had practically run to the OR to find out what happened. The lock down was called off just a few seconds ago and he wanted to know what the hell was going on. Cuddy was sitting in the waiting room with her head in her hands. Wilson walked toward her and sat down in front of her. "What's going on?" He asked gently but urgent.
"House…He was shot."
"Are you kidding me?" Wilson hissed.
"The man that ran over him…the man that shot him…was he arrested? What happened to him?" She asked looking up into the brown eyes of her employee.
"The cops arrested him in the lobby. They had to chase him down. I was in the clinic at the time. Everyone was hysteric. I didn't know who the guy was or what happened...I just..."
"He shot him six times. I couldn't do anything James! I sat there and watched the blood go everywhere. He couldn't move and when he tried TO move the man shot him again. I couldn't do anything." She was sobbing now. Hiccuping the words into an incoherent mess. Wilson put his hands on her shoulders and pulled her to him tears in his own eyes. He held her as close as he could, gently stroking her head. "What did he do to deserve this?" she asked shuddering a bit.
"Nothing. He didn't do anything Lisa. He was an ass. That was--is--House. That's who he is. He would never change, not for anyone. Why someone would do this...I don't know."
"How did you know to come here?" She asked sobering a bit.
"I…had a feeling." He answered gently.
"Yeah…" She stated still a little awkward around the man.
He hugged her again and tried to calm her and tried to ignore the tension between them.
--
"I heard Johnson was screwing the blonde down in Peds."
"No he was using her to get to Becky in Radiology."
"Oh, that's right. Dr. Mitchell found them in the supply closet."
"Heh."
Are you kidding me?
Don't the nurses have better things to do then to talk about-- ohh Johnson you dog.
The blonde in Peds is hot.
Why would you use her to get to Becky? Gross.
"Change his bandages." One of the nurses ordered.
"What happened to him?" The other asked in awe.
"Shot. Well, first he was run over, then he almost got cut into, then he got shot."
"Oh wow."
"Yup. Now, change his bandages."
Change the one at my thigh first sexy lady.
Well you at least sound sexy.
Huh. Probably some gorilla.
Heh. Gorilla.
He could feel the soft fingers peel every bandage off of every aching wound. He could hear everything around him. The beeping, the nurses gossiping.
The surgery was a moot point. He didn't remember any of it. It wasn't important.
He didn't remember much actually…Cuddy. He remembered her trying to wake him.
He remembered…gun. Bullets. Pain. Well, more pain then before.
--
"It's been four hours Cuddy. You have to go in and see him sometime." Wilson said softly to her as they sat outside his room in the ICU.
"I don't want to right now." She stuttered slightly.
"Fin-"
"What happened?" A really pale really concerned Cameron interrupted him. "We got called about some lock down."
"House was shot. Six times." Cuddy said as calmly as she could.
"What?" She nearly yelled.
Foreman and Chase even looked stunned.
"The man. The one that ran him over came into his room and shot him. Unloaded his gun on him." She stated in a monotone.
"How do you know that? How do you know it was the guy who ran over him."
"Because that is who he said he was." Cuddy said in a frustrated tone as she stood up.
"You were in there with him?"
"Yes."
"So you just sat there and watched him get shot. You didn't do anything to help him?" Cameron asked as she angrily walked toward her until she was face to face with the older woman.
"Oh you mean kind of like all of the help you did when he got shot in his own damn office with three witnesses? Get out of my face and don't use your lame ass condescending tone on me. I did nothing wrong and I sure as hell am not going to take attitude from a 30 year old naïve little child." Cuddy ranted and stood up to walk toward House's room.
"I thought you didn't want to see him." A shocked Wilson stuttered out before she got to the room.
"Changed my mind." She yelled back to him.
"Wow. Uh, Cameron." Chase said failing to come up with anything more sophisticated then her name.
Her mouth hung open in shock and humiliation. She didn't move though. Didn't even look at Chase.
"Cameron," Foreman reached toward her.
She let a tear fall and practically ran away from the three men.
The said men looked at each other in confusion and slight amusement.
"Damn…" Chase said with a small smirk on his face.
--