Hey.
I really had a hard time with this chapter. I just sat there at the blank page on my computer but I wrote nevertheless.
I'm also sorry to say that this story is coming to an end. I have maybe 5 or 6 chapters left. Maybe more with a couple of epilogues planned. I wont stopped this story ever. I just will post a chapter maybe once a week and it will be maybe a series of Epilogues in which will be written in another fic.
I won't start another fic for awhile, because I have so many I have started and not finished. I'm sorry that I haven't written a chapter for my fic "love will follow me everywhere I go" for those who read it.
This fic usually gets a new chapter ever day or each 2 days. I love to write don't get me wrong, but a lot of things are going on in my life that I have to take care of. I'm going to a new school in which I know nobody, new classes and it will defiantly not be vacation so I won be able to post that much. I also have a sick great Aunt, she has liver cancer…
Anyway enough with my life and back to the story.
House POV:
Lisa was there now, in his room.
He flat lined.
I looked up so see the straight line on the screen.
I got scared.
I couldn't move.
My father, was going to die.
He just flat lined.
I had to react.
I got up.
"I need a crash cart, STAT!" I yelled to anybody who was listening.
I had one in my hands seconds later.
"CLEAR!"
I pressed those metal bars against his chest in hope, his heart will beat once more.
BOUM. His body rose up.
Still nothing.
"Again!" I screamed.
"CLEAR"
BOUM. His chest rose up, but his heart didn't.
Biiiiiiiip…………..
"AGAIN!"
"CLEAR"
BOUM.
Still nothing.
Without warning, I shocked him again.
BOUM.
And again.
BOUM.
BOUM.
Still nothing.
"House, he's…" lisa started to say.
"No Cuddy. He can't be dead. I won't let him die!"
We didn't even notice we used our lasts names again. We only use them when we were talking medicine.
I shocked him again.
He still didn't breathe.
"House. He's gone. There's nothing you could do, nothing you could have done." Foreman said.
"NO! He's not dead."
I couldn't bare thinking that my only father was dead.
The one that treated me as a son.
"please Dad, come on, you can't do this to me." I said pleading aloud.
I never thought I'd be so sentimental.
It's true I've changed.
It was for the best I guess.
I decided that I'd shock him one more time and that would be the last.
BOUM.
Bip, bip, bip.
That's all I heard.
That biping sound was the only one I heard.
I didn't know if it was there or not.
But I heard it.
A hand was placed on my shoulder.
"He's back." Lisa told me.
I breathed.
He was back, but if I didn't come up with what he had, that would probably be the end of it.
A nurse had come to the room and opened the door.
"Dr. Cuddy, I wanted to inform you that Mr. Daws has pancreatic cancer." She told her.
I usually don't listen to what she has to say, but I did, for some reason.
Pancreatic cancer, the guy had.
That's when it hit me.
"Check his pancreas." I said out loud.
"What?" Everybody asked.
"I think there might be an inflammation on his pancreas. We thought he was hurting because of his kidney failure, but it was his pancreas. He has pancreatitis." I told all of them.
"House, that's a long shot. You have no reason to think that he might have pancreatitis." Foreman said.
"Just do it." I said.
"No." he reufused.
"All the symptoms fit. In the beginning he had pain in the upper abdomen, he had nausea, vomiting. He had a swollen and tender abdomen and a rapid pulse. His back hurt him too. He also had dehydration." I told him.
"And what about the kidney failure?" he asked.
"In severe case either the kidneys, lungs or even the heart can fail."
"Fine. I guess you're right once again." He said.
I smiled proudly.
.
A couple hours later, he was all better.
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TBC….
Hope you all liked it. I'll try and post soon.
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