A House Fan-Fic
entercreativename
author's note: I am not the creator or owner of the characters mentioned in this story. I am instead a poor college student with no money or no hope of 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 15 - Hidden InhibitionsForeman walked for what seemed like hours around the PPTH campus, wondering why he refused to get a rental car for this week. He knew House would at some point send him on some "mission" that would involve him driving around to spy on their patient, but he thought he would just drive with Chase for once. Who would have ever thought that he would be looking for Chase's car to spy on him? He continued up the parking ramp, looking for the car.
The parking garage had been the fifth and final place Foreman decided to look. Chase never parked in this garage, ever. There was not enough security to park in this place, unless he was desperate for a parking spot close to the hospital. If he hadn't been feeling well, then he could understand Chase parking in this garage. Even though it had easy access to the building, protection from the weather, and it was close to the entrance nearest Diagnostic Medicine, it was the last place Chase would have parked.
Just as Foreman was about to give up on finding his coworker's Mercedes, luck landed him right in front of the car. He reached for his phone and called House, letting him know the location of the car. Many times he had ridden in this car with Chase, and each time he secretly envied him for this car. It wasn't just a car, it was the car that he had wanted since he was six. He remembered every time that Chase had mentioned that he never had the money to do what he wanted, and that his father was the rich one. Forget that, the Mercedes spoke of the direct connection to money.
Foreman sat on a bench and rested for a moment. He knew that House wouldn't let him open the car without him. House loved breaking the law more than anyone else, and Foreman could just imagine him in his pre-infarction days of sneaking into patients' houses to find valuable clues to the diagnosis. It was a risky endeavor that often paid off with great rewards to the case, or at least, that's what House wanted them to think. He knew deep down that House just enjoyed defying convention. He sat for a couple of moments trying to ignore the exhaust fumes in the garage when he heard the familiar limp of his boss approaching.
"Judging by Chase's car I'm paying the three of you too much."
"You can dream all you like about cutting our wages, or skimming off the top in your case, but this is all Daddy's money in front of us."
"Well, old car, new car, doesn't matter. All that matters is I've got the key." House clicked the unlock button on the remote. "Wanna go for a spin, or is that just not cool in the hood?"
"Not likely." Foreman said disapprovingly. He could tell House was either impressed or envious of Chase's car. He headed towards the trunk as House sat behind the wheel.
"How much do one of these cost?"
Foreman stopped searching. "Like it really matters. Besides, you have that Corvette, or something, from those mob guys last year. Right?"
"That's not the point."
Foreman rolled his eyes, annoyed with House, and kept looking for any clues. "And you have your motorcycle. What have you found up there?"
"Stones, Ricky Lee Jones, you?"
"Nothing, no wait. I found his overnight bag." Foreman took out a black duffle bag from the trunk of the car while House vacated the driver's so he could limp back to see.
"Well, open it." House said like a kid waiting for his mother to open her Christmas present from him.
As Foreman opened it, two medication bottles fell out and started rolling away.
"Well, get them." House ordered as he continued to dig through the bag.
"Huh. Lisodur 20 mg? Marketed by AlphaPharm?"
House stopped what he was doing and looked quizzically at Foreman. "Widely prescribed in Australia. ACE-inhibitor. The Aussie equivalent of Lisinopril. He's on the highest dosage. I didn't know I caused him that much trouble."
Foreman looked at House. "The other bottle is empty, and looking at the label, it's been empty for awhile."
"That doesn't matter. What is it?"
"Levaquin 500 mg."
"The pharmacy for the Lisodur, where is it out of?"
"Sydney. Dated two weeks ago."
"He hasn't been to Sydney lately. Which pharmacy was it?"
"Sydney Rx Direct. Prescribing doctor is a Henry Winkler."
"Who prescribed the Levaquin?"
"Also Winkler."
House stared at the bottles. It made sense. "We need to get Chase on intravenous angiotensin II."
"Of course. Chase had been taking the ACE inhibitor for hypertension for awhile now, but..."
House looked over at Foreman who tried to continue but started to flounder. "I'll tell you. He had been on the ACE inhibitor since before leaving Australia. Then, he had a small cold, which turned into an infection. One we didn't know about since he hid it from us. He called up ol' Winkler who prescribed Levaquin for him. The Levaquin dehydrated him, which made the Lisodur stronger than normal. BP dropped. Continued dehydration made the other side effects kick in and now he's lying in a coma in our hospital under our care."
Foreman was impressed. "I'll go ahead back."
"Good, let me know if his condition improves. I'll be out here to make sure nothing happens to the car." House watched Foreman run off back into the hospital and smiled coyly. He had alone time in the parking garage with the very new and very expensive car of one of the fellows under his tutelage. He took the keys out of his pocket, put the duffle bag back in the trunk, and walked towards the driver's seat. He figured he had some time to kill before anything started to take effect. And am I going to enjoy this.