A Brit for All Seasons

Chapter Five

"One-one thousand, two-one thousand.." Jacqui continues CPR.

Whilst Chase is intubating the lifeless Wilson; House takes two Vicodin takes a deep breath.

"Why, he cannot be ill. He is Boy-Wonder. My Jimmy."

House then looks at his ducklings doing what they know, feeling helpless. Until...

"Thank God the Lorezapam worked. Right, Foreman I need MRI & bloods NOW!" shouted Chase.

"Wilson, I need you to relax. Still with me?" asks Jacqui.

There is no response, but there is still hope.

As Wilson is lifted onto a gurney and sent to Intensive Care, Jacqui looks up at House. And realises the feelings for the Oncologist. More than friends, but not yet there. The tension in the Exam room is so tense.

"Dr House, please go back up to your office, or ICU!" spoke Cuddy.

"He was fine this morning, he was fine."

The silence was like a knife stabbing House in the back, popped open the vial in his pocket and realised there was none.

Back in the room of the girl.

Jacqui was standing there, on her own. She knew she had to let bad news to the parents.

"Well, we completed the initial biopsy results and it shows neoplastic cells. But we will wait to the full results."

"What's the treatment?" asks the father.

"Well, radio-isotope therapy at first, to kill the cells. Then we have to wait to see if there are the same or shrunk."

"Endocrine Neoplasm is rare, and it can develop into small cell carcinoma.."

"You mean my daughter has cancer!" shouts the mother. And grabs Jacqui's shoulders, getting tighter and tighter in each sob.

"I am sorry, but we have to treat her soon. And then start her on insulin to restore her sugars. A nurse will come in and start her on a sliding scale, this will help her sugars." explains Jacqui.

The mother withdraws her grip from Jacqui's shoulders.

"What about the fever?" asks the father.

"Well, the tests show she has a water infection. We will put her on Trimethoprim for that."

"Thanks Jacqui." spoke both the parents.

Jacqui walked out of the room. Knowing that the child has not long left. About five years, possibly ten. Jacqui sighs and heads for ICU.
She enters the elevator, where House is stood staring at his cane, which is laying on the floor.

"House, I'll check the MRI and blood tests. Go home, get some coffee. Just something!"

"I can't leave him, he has been there for me! I cannot leave him"

Jacqui picks up the cane and hands it to the pale House.

"Thanks Jacqui!" House looks up slightly. "ICU"

Jacqui approaches Wilson's room; his sheets neatly tucked in. Thinking he has not moved.

The Australian doctor approaches her.

"Hi Dr Webb, blood results are back. They are normal."

"Let me see!" she glances at the results. "MRI ready?"

"Yeah"

"Let me know when he is in, need to spend a penny."

Foreman looks at Chase in confusion.

In the MRI room, Chase, Cameron, Foreman and Jacqui stand there looking at the man in the tube, and the results.

"Jacqui, can't see anything in the brain. Could be neurological?"

"Something's there, we need to check abdomen."

"Why?" asks Chase.

"Have a hunch!"

"Been with House too long?" chuckled Cameron.

About fifteen minutes later, the orderlies take the poorly Wilson back to ICU.

Meanwhile in the conference room. House lays in his office. The ducklings are in ICU looking after Wilson. Jacqui looks at the images.

"It's there, I am sure it is."

"BINGO" shouts Jacqui, jolting House from his slumber.

House stumbles from his makeshift bed and hobbles to the conference room.

"Egh.. why you wake me?"

"Page Foreman now!"

"I thought you'd prefer me, not a BMW." chuckles House.

House sends for the neurologist. Whilst Jacqui thinks of how to tell House and his team.

Foreman and the ducklings come running in.

"Problem?" spoke a breathless Foreman.

"I have it, he has Astrocytoma. Looks like Grade 2/3, that's why he seized. But his BP is high, so there is some vascular involved. So we need angiography. Check femural and carotid asap."

"Jimmy has cancer?" asks House.

"I am afraid so, I need to get a history to be sure. So I need him out of the coma." asks Jacqui. "He needs anti-convulsants, but we may need to treat any thrombus or infarct."