Chapter Nine
Natasha, Dr. Chase thought. What aren't you telling me?
Chase stood over her bed looking at her chart. Dr. Foreman walked in Natasha's room with paperwork.
"I have some of the test results Chase," Foreman began.
"I'm listening," Chase responded.
"She has ascites, which would explain her abdominal pain, high BP and swelling," Foreman said. "It doesn't explain the coma but again we don't know if the egg came before the chicken by way of the accident."
Dr. Chase tapped his pencil to his head, thinking of reasons for the coma. If only she could tell me what happened, Chase thought. He wished again that House was here to consult with. He knew he was in the hospital and debated whether or not to talk with him.
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Raindrops turn to teardrops
Mountaintops turn to the valley in scorn
Understanding a believe beyond
Until we meet again
"Absolutely not Chase," Dr. Wilson said, shaking his head. "There is no way I'm letting you have him consult on a case after what he's been going through. I'll review her blood work and see what I can find."
Chase knew this was going to be the answer, but he had to find out. Dr. Wilson was always very protective of Dr. House, especially when it came to his health.
Wilson began rubbing his head again. He opened his drawer and took out a bottle of aspirin. He took two with water and laid his head back against his chair. Even though aspirin had been bothering his stomach in the recent weeks, that was all he had with him right now. Stress was starting to catch up to him. Julie needed to discuss her issues and he was more than concerned about House. Sitting here, watching the sun's rays falling upon his desk he pondered his future. He was secure where he was at by way of employment, but he didn't understand what the future was holding for him and Julie.
He stood up, amidst the headache he had been experiencing, and walked out of his office down the corridor to see House. As he approached his room he stopped and looked at how tired House looked. He took his chart and opened the door.
"Hey why aren't you working?" asked Wilson as he sat down.
"Beautifully said Dr. Wilson," House replied.
The two friends sat for a few minutes watching the game on TV that was playing at House's side.
"You look tired," Wilson mentioned as he looked at his friend.
"I am," House replied. "More tired of laying around though, I should get up and move."
"Easy cowboy, you're not going anywhere yet," Wilson demanded. As he instructed his friend to stay lying down, Wilson sat forward suddenly.
"Wilson…" House sat up himself. "What is it?"
"I just think I have something going on with the aspirin. I need to stop being cheap and throw them away and get ibuprofen. They keep making my stomach hurt," Wilson told him, closing his eyes.
"How long have you been taking aspirin? More importantly, what for?" House asked concernedly.
"Like you have room to talk, Mr. Nothing's Wrong," Wilson laughed. Even though laughing was irritating his stomach more. "Just stress headaches. I'm sure once Julie spills her guts as to what exactly I am doing wrong in this relationship they'll start to go away."
"How did that go?" House asked.
"She's mad, of course. I'm not worried about it. I had more important matters," Wilson explained.
House knew that 'he' was the 'more important matters' and he felt a bit ashamed about not being more honest with his friend. "Wilson..." House started.
"You're welcome," Wilson finished.
The two friends sat back and finished watching the game.
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