This is the real chapter. It picks up directly where chapter 6 left off.
I Get a Kick out of You
-Ch 7-
House stormed into the observation room, knocking over a doctor who was leaning against the window. He pressed against the glass, trying to catch a glimpse of the man being operated on. He swore as one of the nurses shifted, revealing a familiar face half hidden beneath the mask that was insuring the patient didn't regain conciusness during the operation.
"What, the hell do you morons think you're doing!" House bellowed into the microphone, flinching as the group of doctor's surrounding the table jumped. He could see blood on more than one glove.
"Who are you?" One of the doctors demanded.
"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 blond, "Is not Raymond Hernandez. Does he even look like a Hernandez!"
The same Doctor called out quickly for of the nurses to alert security before turning back to the enraged man at the window.
"I don't know who you think you are, but this is Mr. Hernandez, and he desperately needs this surgery, that you are postponing! You are the one who is endangering my patient."
"He's not your patient!" House argued.
"I have his file right here!" The Doctor had turned away from Chase, brandishing the bloody forceps at the window. The rest of the staff merely stared, frozen in shock at the scene that was quickly turning surreal.
"Screw his file!" House shrugged off the security guards who were trying to coax him away from the window. "Don't look at his file, look at his face! Have you even looked at his goddamned face?"
The Doctor glanced at his patient's face before glaring again at the man who had barged into his surgery. "Of course I've looked at his-"
The doctor trailed off, and House could've sworn he nearly went translucent. Slowly, he turned his head and looked back at the face of the young man on his table.
"oh shit." He muttered weakly.