-Ch 6-
House stomped into the hospital, ignoring the small crowd that hurriedly parted to make way for him, headed torwards where he knew Chase would be, most likely, climbing the walls.
He nearly growled as a woman stepped in front of him blocking his path, trying to give him a stern look. He almost snorted. She was no Cuddy in the glare department. She wavered slightly, but didn't back down.
"I'm sorry, you're not allowed back here, Sir. Why don't you tell me what you're looking for and I can help you find it?" She asked, in the false cheerful voice that House had heard nurses use to get rid of the homeless people who occasionally took up residence in their waiting rooms.
"My employee has a physical with Dr. Gray. Now move it before my cane finds a new home somewhere you really will not like it!" House barked.
The nurse looked ready to call security, when a voice called out, "House? What are you doing here?"
House completely ignored the nurse who paled and squeaked: "The House!" and turned to the approaching man. "Gray. Where's my Aussie?"
"..Auss- you mean Dr. Chase?" He looked at his watch. "He should be back in his room from the latest tests by now. I'd be delighted to transfer him to your care."
"He give you any trouble?" House asked.
"No more than I expect from someone who's been working for you." Dr. Gray countered. "You could've warned me he kicks."
"That's my boy."
"You must be so proud." The older doctor rolled his eyes. "Come on I'll take you there."
House shot the nervous nurse a last death glare before following Dr. Gray down the hall.
"Here we are! Dr. Chase there's someone here to see...you?" Dr. Gray looked bewildered as they entered the room and found it empty.
House turned on the other doctor. "Wow what amazing medical skills you have! You've turned him invisible and mute! Now I'll never have to be blinded by that shiny hair of his, or listen to his whining again!"
Dr. Gray paled. "Uh. I'm sure they're just running a little behind! I-I'll go find them and have Dr. Chase back here any minute!" He said before quickly turning and disapeering down the hall.
House growled and stomped out of the room into the hall, heading for the nurse he had already terrified. They were always so much more helpful when they were scared.
Before he could go very far his cell phone rang. He swore and yanked it out of his pocket. "What!"
"Hey! You're not supposed to have that on in here!" The same nurse from before snapped. She reached for the phone.
House silenced her with a single glare, and kept her at bay with his cane.
"Hello?"
"What?" House repeated.
"Hello? Is this Raymond Hernandez' emergency contact?"
House blinked.
The voice on the other end took his silence as an affirmative.
"I know this is highly unusual but uhm- well Raymond Hernandez didn't have an emergency contact listed on his admittance form, but he seemed so upset I thought-" The voice seemed to realize it was rambling and cut itself off, starting over. "This is Princeton General. Your number was listed on Mr. Hernandez's cellphone as his I.C.E number, 'In Case of Emergency' number. He's just gone into surgery."
"What?" House realized he was starting to sound like a broken record.
"I know it's not normal procedure to make a call to the emergency contact for a routine operation, but Mr. Hernandez became a little…agitated when we were administering the anesthesia and we thought it would be best if he had a familiar face when he woke up.
"WHAT!" House bellowed.
"...uhm. You do know a Raymond Hernandez don't you?" The voice on the other end squeaked.
"You idiot! Where is he?"
"Excuse me?"
"Where. Is. HE!"
"Uh OR 2. Sir, are you-"
"Don't touch him!" House ordered, snapping his phone closed and shoving it into his pocket.
"You!" He pointed his cane at the nurse, who had been slowly backing away.
"Take me to OR 2, now! Then get Dr. Gray, the Chief of Staff, and every lawyer this hospital employs there too."
She stared at him.
"Now! You idiot!"