Okay. . . okay. . . I DON'T KNOW HOW TO END THIS WITHOUT BEING TOO CORNY! AAAAAAHHHHH! Enjoy the fifth chapter. Sorry I took so long. I was stuck.

Chapter FIVE

It was a half an hour before his surgery and Cameron could tell he was scared. Who wouldn't be? Especially with the chances that he might not survive. . . but Cameron was trying to think positive. It was all that kept her going she realized as she passed by the meeting room, noticing Chase sitting by himself but not bothering to go see him.

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Chase sat by himself in the meeting room staring at the open window that was blowing the cool night air on his face. He was too deep in thought to get up and close it. After a moment he looked up and the wall clock. It was exactly midnight. A half hour and then what's – his – face had to go into surgery.

Chase looked back out the window, shivering in the cold. He heard through convenient sources about what was going on with Cameron and it made him mad. All this time he had been trying to find the right words to say to her to tell her how he really felt. Seems as if she loves the men who are sick or on the brink of death. Or have cancer, obviously.

This made Chase mad. Now what was he going to do? Now that Cameron loved someone else, could he now have enough courage to tell her the truth? He sighed more disappointed in himself now than mad at Cameron. She couldn't help it, right? He was going to find Cameron but remembered Mrs. Windom in room 365 with one of the worst cases of the flu he'd seen this year.

"What can I do to make her love me?" he asked himself as he got up. "Get sick?" Suddenly Chase put two and two together. He marched determinedly towards Mrs. Windom's room. He slowly opened the door and smiled as he took the first step inside. Foreman passed by the door just in time to hear:

"Hi, Mrs. Windom. I need you to cough on my unprotected hand."

"Okay. cough, hack, cough. Probably for some kind of test. . . Hey! Why're you wiping it on your face. . .?"

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Foreman shook his head and really hoped that it wasn't Chase's voice he had just heard. Turing back to what he was originally doing though. . . Foreman, throughout the day, had grown worried for Cameron. She seemed to not rest at all or eat for that matter. He was trying to find her but she wasn't anywhere he looked. He took a quick look at his watch and checked it against the wall clock, noting the time.

It was 12:15 am. Fifteen minutes left and counting. If he was going to find Cameron, he'd better do it now. He started walking faster down the hallway, almost knocking over some people and tripping on his own feet. He felt like a fool. He certainly looked like one. Reaching another dead end he sighed and turned, walking to the elevator. The doors opened as soon as he reached it and he pushed past House who was getting off.

Foreman tapped his foot impatiently on the elevator floor and House watched him with amusement as the doors closed.

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House puff of air escape his lips as he limped down the hallway, away from the elevator. He stopped and pulled his bottle of Vicodin. He shook three out and realized that he forgot to get it refilled this morning. House glanced at his watch.

"12: 19 am. Hmm. That makes about, say, eleven minutes left until what's – his – face's surgery." House needed Wilson to refill the Vicodin and House doubted that Wilson would be in his office. Probably preparing for the surgery. Although. . . House wasn't sure he actually heard Wilson say he was doing the surgery House recalled as he limped toward Wilson's office.

And lo and behold, in all his glory. . . there he. . . wasn't.

"Dammit! That's just great!" House mumbled not noticing that Wilson just passed him.

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Wilson was in a rush. It was now 12:22am and he only had 8 minutes left. He had seen House by his office but didn't stop to say anything. He figured House just wanted a refill for his Vicodin and Wilson didn't feel like giving it to him. He was trying to remember what room the surgery was taking place. He wasn't doing it, no he was the lucky man who got to observe what was going on.

"I know. . . I know! I should have written it down!" he whispered as if someone was there other than himself. He cursed and then laughed knowing that House would get a kick out of hearing Wilson talk like this. "I need a drink." He groaned as he continued his search nearly missing bumping into Chase.

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"Excuse me? Dr. Chase? I need you to sign this for me." I nurse called out as Chase began walking past her.

"I can't right now." He said as he continued walking.

"But it's important. . ." she called out.

"Do you know where the bathroom on this floor is?" Chase had paused.

"Yes. Just down the hall and you make a left. It should be right there." She pointed.

"Has the janitor been in there recently?"

"Um, no. . . I haven't seen him go in."

"Great!" Chase smiled getting ready to walk off.

"Why?" the nurse ventured to ask.

"Because I'm going to lick a. . . "

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Foreman had given up looking for Cameron. He had looked everywhere – excluding the ladies room – and he couldn't find her. He had at last collapsed in a chair in the meeting room, out of breath from running. He glanced at his watch. It was 12:25am with 5 minutes left. Foreman looked away for a moment, missing the bed rolling by the door, with Cameron right behind.

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Jason lay in the bed and stared at the ceiling as the bed rolled down the hallway. Cameron was nearby, he knew and that helped a little. Rachel had been by earlier and he had just enough strength to sign the divorce papers. He was terrified but tried not to show it. Too much. Jason didn't have a watch with him so he didn't know how much time he had left.

Realizing that he was being wheeled into a brightly lit, unfamiliar room, Jason realized that he was there. The room where his future was decided. He figured he had little time left and sighed. He could see Cameron watching him outside the room.

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Cameron looked up at the wall clock and shuddered. It was 12: 29am. One more minute until the surgery began. Wilson rushed into the observation area and skidded to a halt beside Cameron. Cameron turned to him and smiled through the tears that had already begun forming.

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Wilson looked at the clock, happy he wasn't late. Cameron looked up as well, he saw. It was exactly 12:30am. Wilson wondered what everyone else was doing while he was going to watch this.

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Foreman was still sitting in the chair, now with a cup of coffee, staring at the clock.

"Well, here we go." He mumbled to himself, taking a sip of out of the hot mug.

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House leaned back in his chair waiting until Wilson came back. House took his eyes off the television long enough to notice that it was 12:30am. He sighed and shook his head turning back to the screen.

"He lives through this I'll be Cameron's mother!"

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Chase sat on the floor of the darkened bathroom very content with himself. He sighed and stared at the his watch.

"Exactly 12:30am! By the time Cameron's out of there, I'll be sicker than ever and then we'll see who she loves!" he said as he got up and made his way to the bathroom on the second floor.

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Jason heaved a gigantic sigh, hoping that it wouldn't be his last. He could see the clock on the wall in the room he was in. A mask was put on him and someone was telling him to relax.

"twelve. . . thirty." He slurred as his eyes began to close. "whadda ya. . . know." He fell asleep.

Whew. That hurt my wrist to type that all. Did you like how I did it from different perspectives? Don't worry, it's far from over. We still have to find out how Jason turns out and what's going to happen to Chase. I thought we needed a little humour after all this sadness. . .