Okay guys. This chapter wasnt due till Monday but you've all been so insistent that you get it now for being good little reviewers. I'm not going to go through the reviews one by one, because you all are basically saying the same thing...GROUP HUG!

Disclamier: I don't own House, MD or any of its characters. They all belong to Fox.

Warning: Short chapter ahead:cries: I thought it was longer. Damn handwriting.

Chapter Three: A Diagnosis

'Cameron! Got those bloods for me?'

'Yes, House, and I must say, his tox screen's very odd.'

House looked closely. Then,

'I knew it,' he muttered.

'What?' Foreman asked quickly.

'See this chemical?' The ducklings looked. 'Know what it is? It's commonly found in the tox screens of girls who've been raped. It's a rape-drug, they drugged him. It must have been in his coffee. He collapsed like he was supposed to. Those two men didn't want to kill him, they wanted to rape his "nice ass".' House voice was filled with an abnormal fury. I guess this is what happens when you grow attached to your ducklings, he thought.

'But why?'

'I don't know, but obviously they thought they could get what they wanted by force.'

House's rant was interrupted by the beep of his pager.

'He's seizing.'

When they got there Chase was jerking uncontrollably, arms and legs thrashing. His eyes were rolling back in his head, and he was letting out little shrieks of pain. Fortunately, Foreman managed to administer Avadil, and it worked fairly swiftly. Chase settled back on his bed, but his blood pressure and heart-rate began to drop rapidly. Cameron noticed a rash creeping up Chase's neck. 'He's having an allergic reaction!'

Some time later House, Cameron and Foreman were all seated before House's whiteboard, which looked like this:

Robert Chase (27)

Fainting

Psychosis

Amnesia

Allergic Reactionallergens:Sleeping pills

Original drug

Cameron handed House Chase's file. 'He was allergic to the sleeping pills, but that doesn't explain the other symptoms,' she said sadly. House glanced at the file and screwed up his nose. There in bold print under "Allergies" was the sentence: Allergic to sleeping pills. How could he have been so stupid? He sighed and took a swig of his coffee. A thought occurred to him.

'Both of you, find out what that drug in Chase's coffee shouldn't be combined with. And make it quick!' He stamped out.

Two minutes later he was back in his chair beside Chase's bed. He sat there watching for a while. Chase looked strangely beautiful as he lay asleep on his back. His hair had turned to molten gold in the sunlight, and his skin seemed suffused with an ethereal glow. House snorted. Chase looked like one of those angels in those movies about heaven. All he needs now is a pair of wings and a halo. He watched Chase's strong chest rising and falling rhythmically, sharp eyes watching for any hitches or changes. He carefully took Chase's wrist to feel for his pulse, noting how soft and smooth the skin was against his own rough hands. Good, his pulse was even and strong. He pulled out his little torch, prised open Chase's eyelids to check his eyes, and frowned.

Foreman and Cameron both jumped as the door banged open and House's voice snapped out.

'Hurry up with those combinations, you two! Chase is in a coma.'

Okay, sorry more cliffhangers, and I'm really sorry it was so short.

Next Chapter: Chase gets visitors. What'll House do?

Warning: Please don't kill me! Next chapter won't be till Monday:hides:

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