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Chapter 3: Questioning
He looks ghostly almost. An IV is feeding fluids right into his veins on his right forearm. And on his left forearm was a long tube feeding blood back into his body. A tube was sticking out from his mouth, helping him breathe. The cut on his mouth had been stitched up, as well as the laceration on his forehead. The stitches are left uncovered. His chest lay in thick bandages though. His skin almost blended in with the bandages. A blanket covered from his abdomen stretching down, and a pillow strategically placed behind his head, to make everything more comfortable.
I am not the only one in the room. Lisa had entered before me. Cameron, Foreman, and Chase are already there as well. They seemed just as devastated as Lisa and myself. I close my eyes for a second, no longer able to watch. I turn around and retreat from the room quietly, but not quietly enough, I guess.
"James?" Lisa had followed me out. I turn around to face her, but before she could say anything else a police officer approaches us.
"Dr. James Wilson?" The officer asks looking to me. I nod somber-like.
"I came to get your statement, and ask a few questions. Can you come with me?" The officer asks calmly. I send a quick glance towards Lisa then look back to the officer.
"Sure." I answer back slowly as he leads my away from Lisa. He leads me down to the main level into a small conference room. He closes the door behind us. I slowly go and sit down in one of the only two chairs in there, facing each other, and there's a table between them. The officer takes the other chair.
"I just have a few questions, this won't take very long" The officer starts. I nod absent-mindedly, trying to keep my head up. Exhaustion is taking a very heavy toll on me now. Even with that long nap in my office.
"When did you arrive at Dr. House's apartment?" He starts with a simple question. It takes me a second to recall when I actually arrived at the apartment building. I rub my eyes with my thumb and index finger, as well as pinching the bridge of my nose, trying to get more alert.
"It was about 4:30ish?" I answer with vague detail, it is all kind of hazy to me now. I see he jots down some notes.
"And why were you there?" He then asks me. A tough one, should I really pull Lisa into this and explain that she asked me to check on him, or not.
"He hadn't been at work for the last two days, and I wanted to know why." I answer with basically the truth.
"Why hadn't you tried using the phone? calling him?" The officer asks the next blatantly obvious question.
"I had tried, He wasn't answering" I answer defensively. The officer continues to make footnotes to the question.
"Alright, when you got to the apartment building, How'd you get in?" The officer asks. I sigh heavily, putting my elbows on the table and running my fingers through my hair, pulling it back.
"Jess, Greg's neighbor, let me in" I answer, moving one hand to the back of my neck. I start rubbing it roughly, trying to relieve some tension from it.
"Did she come into Dr. House's apartment with you?" He then asks.
I shook my head. "No..." I stare at the table absent-mindedly.
"How did you get into his apartment?" He asks more questions.
"I knocked on the door, and it opened itself. I let myself inside to find the place trashed." I state quickly almost. I just want the questions to stop. My head is pounding, and I have to fight to keep my eyes open.
"And you found Dr. House in his bedroom?" He continued.
"Yes, then I called 9-1-1" I nod with his question along with saying yes.
"What did you do during the time it took for the police to get there and when you called?" He asks.
I let out a small yawn. "I got him onto his back, and tried to treat him with what I had around me" I answer. I watch him write down some more notes, then close the notebook up.
"Well thank you, Dr. Wilson. This is all for now" The officer stood up and moved over to the door, opening it for me. I slowly rise from the chair and move towards him. I stop right before I leave the room, staring at him.
"How's the investigation going?" I just had to ask. I need to know.
"Well foul play is obvious, the forensic team is over there now, taking samples of the blood, and trying to get fingerprints off so we can figure out what happened." The officer answered.
"Could you call me once you get more information?" I ask.
"Sure Doc. I'll call the hospital once I get more information" The officer smiles weakly at me. I return with a small smile then leave the room.
I haul myself back to my office, almost not making it there. I am so tired. I sit down in my chair, getting comfortable, and quickly falling asleep.