Since you didn't stop whining we collaborated a bit more and came up with a quick, neat ending, so you could read the whole thing as soon as possible. We rather like it, and it's so much more efficient than the chapters upon chapters that we had yet to code up for posting. Well at least we don't have to do that any more. Enjoy!
-Ch 7a-
House stormed into the observation room above the operating room where Chase was currently being unnecessarily cut open.
"What, the hell do you morons think you're doing!" House bellowed into the microphone.
The doctor below jumped, his scalpel slipping.
"Who the Hell are you? The man yelled back, clamping down on the incision he had just unintentionally lengthened.
"I'm the man who's saving your miserable asses by stopping you from cutting up the wrong person! That," House barked pointing at the unconscious man, being operated on Chase. "is Robert Chase not Raymond Hernandez! Does he look like a Hernandez to you! You morons are operating on the wrong man!"
Even with the masks and caps you could see the surgeons turn ashen.
"What? No that's not possible! I saw that chart! This is Raymond Hernandez! He's having exploratory surgery!"
"Security!" The same man yelled, sounding slightly frantic as House stepped closer to the window, and blood began to well up around his wrists.
Security arrived and the room fell into chaos, as House began yelling at the guards. Soon though new voices joined in, this time yelling at the doctor. Even the patient's machine refused to remain quiet, suddenly screeching an alarm.
"He's Bleeding Out!" "What the hell did you cut?"
Only the surgeon remained quiet, frozen, his hands pressing against the deep cut, as he watched his patient, the man he thought was Raymond Hernandez die.
The End
(okay. Okay. We admit, it was just a sick joke, something harem wrote up in one of the early drafts during some writer's block. The real part 7 will be arriving shortly. But I hope we have all learned our lesson about badgering authors for quicker updates hmm? evil grin )