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A/n- Sorry, I have been really busy with several other storys! Thanx for reading, I hope you enjoy this chapter! Thanks to everyone who has read and reviewed, I hope that you will like this chapter!
Chapter 3: An Emergency.
Dr. Foreman, Chase, and Cameron, sat in the meeting room, waiting for House. "Where is he?" Cameron asked. "Probably hiding from Cuddy, I'll check his office. be right back." Wilson said and got up to go find House.
Wilson walked to House's office. He knocked on the door. No answer. He walked in and saw House asleep, again. His pager was in the floor beside him. Wilson took the pager, and put it on Greg's desk. He turned back to where Greg was sleeping, he didn't look so well. He felt his head, it was burning up! Wilson started shaking House to get him up. No response.
He checked his pulse, slow, there, but slow. He wasn't breathing. He got out his pager, and sent a message to Foreman.
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"Wilson wants us to meet him in the E.R. room eight, it says it's urgent." Foreman said. "What do you think is wrong?" Cameron asked. "I don't know." Chase replied. "I guess that the only way to find out is
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As they walked into the room they saw Dr. House. "What happened to him?" Cameron asked and ran over to Wilson and House with Chase and Foreman close behind.
"He was asleep in his office, and I tried to wake him up. He wasn't breathing so I rushed him here." "Get two blood tests, I need another bottle of oxygen, stat, we have to get him breathing." Chase said. Foreman checked House's pulse, "Get the paddles ready, we might need them." All of a sudden House took a deep breath and tried to open his eyes.
"House can you hear me?" Chase asked. House tried to answer, but couldn't, he nodded his head, 'yes'. "Can you talk?" Chase asked. He shook his head, 'no'. "Are you feeling any pain?" Chase asked. 'Yes', House nodded. He hurt everywhere, but couldn't say anything or open his eyes to see anyone.
"Okay, Dr. House, we're going to give you a sedative so you can sleep, we're doing some blood tests, do you understand?" Chase asked. House nodded 'yes', and felt the sedative go into his arm, and soon fell asleep.
Chase, Cameron, Foreman, and Wilson stood there taking deep breaths of relief. "That should keep him out a few hours, but we will have to take him off his vicodin, until we find out what's wrong." Cameron stated. "You know that will kim." Wilson said. "I know, but a mixture of medicine could really kill him." Cameron replied. "Let's go to the meeting room 'till the blood goes to the lab." Wilson said and they left House to sleep.
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Wilson was standing in the lab looking over House's results and Hope's. "Interesting, very interesting...," he said as he walked out of the lab and over to the nurse's desk. "I need you to call a Ms. Hope Sullivan, Tell her that she needs to come to the hospital right away, it's urgent." Wilson said while he walked to the elevator.
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"Allright Hope Sullivan, what seems to be the problem?" Chase asked while sitting down and looking at the young twenty-one year old's chart. "I really have no clue, your the one who called me and told me to come, so you tell me." she replied. Just then Chase looked up at the girl, he had never seen anyone more beautifal in his whole intire life! "Oh, um, I'm sorry. Dr. Wilson told us that you should come in, I just wasn't expecting you to be at the clinic...," Chase stated. "I'm Dr. Chase." he said as extending a hand to the girl. "Right, and I'm Hope Sullivan, and I'm confused...," she said. "Right, um, I need to get you to the E.R., and run some tests." Chase said while grabbing a wheel-chair from the hall.
"What's wrong with me Dr. Chase?" she asked while getting in the wheel-chair. "I don't know Ms. Sullivan, I really, truly, don't know." Chase replied while wheeling Hope to the elevator.
To be continued...
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A/n- I know, I know, that chapter was short! Well, you see, I lost the third and fourth chapters, and I'm just winging it. Sorry! I hope that everyone liked this chapter, and hey, I made no cliffe this time, that's a relief, right? See ya guys later, bye!