A House Fan-Fic
by - entercreativename
Disclaimer: I am not the creator or owner of the characters mentioned in this story. I am instead a poor college student with no moneyand no hope of ever earning money. I wrote this story as a means of exploring the characters in the show; not for profit, notoriety, or other self-assuring means.
Chapter 2 – The Staff Meeting
Two hours until sunrise. He looked out his door, still snow-covered. Piano wouldn't work. Cable was out, so there went his internet connection and any semblance of decent entertainment, not that there was anything on TV at 5:00 am. Since he tripped on his PlayStation last week and broke it, that was out too. Might as well go to the office. As he walked into the hospital, he saw a familiar face.
"Good morning Dr. Cuddy, you're here awfully early. How is your young lover today?" House yelled at his boss (that term was debatable in his mind) in the middle of the hallway.
"House, don't…"
"Hope you wore a rubber, our young Aussie has a habit of getting around. The clap you know."
"For your information…"
"It really wasn't that good? I know you'd say that."
Cuddy took the sleeve of House's jacket and lowered her voice. "For your information, I was over there... Why am I defending myself from you?"
"Promise I won't tell if you give me a week off from the clinic." And cue the sad puppy-dog eyes.
"I have a new case for you. You should be interested in it."
"What, the third party from your threesome got ill late last night?"
"No. Chase did. He called me about midnight and I took him to the ER. We don't know what it is. We did the usual workup last night, but can't find the cause. I saved you the trouble of staking out his apartment, couldn't find anything pertaining to his illness. Did your office too while I was at it."
House gave an invaded look as he took the file from Cuddy. She knew how to ignore his childish game.
"He called me around midnight and was crying. That's not like him, so I went over there. Depression, dehydration, fever…"
"Bacterial meningitis. Start him on Levaquin."
"Other symptoms don't fit. Edema, nausea, back pain…"
"Tumor?"
"No, MRI came back clear. Radiology is double-checking it. Protein markers came back negative, no cancer. He's comatose now."
House stood there for a moment speechless. This was one of his people, his team.
"He called you? He didn't go straight to the ER? Call 911?" House found it extremely odd that a trained doctor who dealt with rare medical cases on a regular basis would call his boss rather than calling an ambulance, or even notice that something was wrong sooner. "Page my team." Time to get serious here. One of his team members, the very first one he hired, was ill. There was no way other doctors in the hospital would figure this out. Air born? Blood born? Genetic? At this point in time no one knew.