Going back to the my most recent statement – this whole story is making my brain hurt! Too. . . much. . . emotion. Can't . . . handle. . .all. . . the. . .emotion!
Chapter THREE
Jason was having trouble comprehending what – what was his name? – Foreman was saying. Maybe it was the fact that the word Foreman was using was long and seemed to have over twenty syllables.
"You have Pheochromocytoma." Foreman announced as if he was expecting Jason to know exactly what he was saying. Jason just raised an eyebrow and looked to Cameron who was standing behind Foreman.
"It means you have a tumor on your adrenal gland which is most likely the reason for your sudden high blood pressure and the fever. It also is why you had your palpitation." She explained as Jason slowly nodded his head.
"How did I get a tumor there?" he asked. Cameron bit her lip. It was a fair question – just not one she could answer.
"Dr. Wilson (Yay! Wilson! Whoop – sorry.) , our doctor in oncology, will be down momentarily to discuss this with you." She answered as Foreman walked out. Making sure he was gone, Cameron approached Jason. "You doing okay?"
"About the thing with Jessica? I guess. I mean what can you do?"
"Yeah, but what a time to leave you while you're here in the hospital." Cameron turned to leave but faced Jason once more. "My boss, House, will probably be in here at some point. Don't let him scare you." She laughed and walked out the door.
"What?" Jason asked himself as he leaned back in the bed. Noises were everywhere. Yet he was engulfed in guilty silence.
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Unfortunately for Jason, House got to him first.
"Ah, hello Mr. . ." House searched for Jason's name on the chart.
"Jason is fine, really." Jason pushed himself into a sitting position.
"Jason then. Pheochromocytoma, huh? That's not so bad. It's extremely rare that it's malignant. You do know what that means don't you?"
"Yeah. . ."
"Good. I hope Cameron doesn't bother you as much. She gets kind of clingy." House paused. Cameron said not to be scared, but Jason found him amusing. "Like on those hot summer days when you sweat. . . it's not pleasant." House bounced his cane on the floor. "I guess I should go. You seem busy." House stood.
"Oh, yes. Extremely busy here contemplating the deafening silence and wondering if I'm going to die soon. I've never been so busy in my life." Jason called out. House turned back to him and smiled.
"Finally someone who has the guts to talk back to me. Congratulations. But oh, here comes Wilson. I should scamper off. Wouldn't want him to see me."
"No of course not. Wouldn't want him to see you being kind. Could hurt your reputation. Better run as fast as you can!" Jason answered back as House walked away smiling. Wilson entered and pulled a chair up next to Jason.
Uh oh. He's either got some bad news or he's trying to be nice. I'd rather go for the second one. Jason thought.
"Well, we found that it was malignant. . ." Wilson began.
"But. . . it wasn't. . . I. . . what?" Jason asked in a shaky voice.
"We are going to need to operate as soon as possible. You understand that you will need to undergo chemotherapy when it's out?" Wilson hated telling people things like this. There never was an easy way. Wilson thought that this man wouldn't take it hard but it seemed to hit him harder than a train crashing into a brick wall.
"I. . ." Jason searched for the words to use. What was he going to do? Nobody was here to help him through. He doubted that Rachel would come be at his side after what she found out. And once family heard what he did to his only daughter. . . well they kind of disowned him.
"Are you prepared for this?" Wilson tried. He really did.
"I don't have much of a choice do I?"
"Well. . . you do. You could choose not to do the surgery and just let it get worse and eventually die." Wilson regretted saying that the moment it left his lips. But he was a doctor and had to give his patient all the options. Jason stared at the ceiling, thinking. He could opt to do the surgery. If it worked and he had the chemo he would live a life alone, with no family to help him if something goes wrong.
Or – he could not do the surgery and end up dying lonely anyway. But at least he wouldn't live alone. I mean, sure he had friends, but how reliable could they really be at a time like this.
"Well. . ." Jason began.
"Are you going to do it? You should decide now." Wilson begged he would say yes. Jason turned his head and faced Wilson as he let out a deep breath.
"No." was all he said. And Wilson knew their was no way of changing Jason's mind.
Now what? Will he change his mind? Will Rachel make a surprise return? All will be answered in good time my friends. . . all in good time!
