A Brit for All Seasons

Chapter Seven

"Dr House, Wilson needs his rest. We need to remove the infarct before it goes to the carotid. He may not survive, or be left with brain damage. Cuddy and Foreman will do this. I will continue the isotope therapy." explained Jacqui, she felt so concerned about Wilson and House.

"Jimmy, take care. See you soon boy-wonder. By the way, can I have your office if you die?" chuckled House.

Wilson just lay there as the pre-surgical medication was injected into his weak body. Two orderlies took him to the OR.

In the OR

"Cuddy, James is ready" spoke the anaesthetist.

"It's Doctor Wilson to you!" replied Cuddy.

Cuddy held the scalpel against her colleague's collarbone and pressed firmly and moved about an inch, where the blood started to ooze out. She then used a small spreader so she could have full access to the carotid artery, looking at it pulsing.

"Foreman, 5.5mm catheter please." asks Cuddy.

Foreman passes the small catheter to his boss, who slowly inserts into the artery making sure that he doesn't haemorrhage. When...

"Sh-t, sh-t! Suction, pads, Foreman hold it now!"

"BP 80/60 and falling." shouts the anaesthetist.

"Order 5 units, no 12 units of cross-match. And some platelets." demanded Cuddy. "Sh-t, this cannot be happening. We need someone else to do a graft. NOW!"

A surgical nurse grabs the phone and calls the vascular surgeon to assist in the operation.

"Asystole!" a voice is heard.

"Paddles, and epinephrine 3cc." shouts Foreman. "Charging 300... clear"

For the second time in James Wilson's life he had a bolt of electricity sent through his chest.

"Still Asystole!"

So, the team continued this for 10 minutes until House's voice appeared; "Time of Death: 1934"

Then Cuddy charged his heart once more. And no response, except a buzz of the moniitor.

This is the last the team saw of Dr James Wilson. And what a sight it was!

Five days later

House had been sitting in the conference room for five days since Wilson's death. He looked weak, fatigued.

Jacqui walked in wearing a black dress with a white rose on the right breast, her hair in a banana clip.

"House, here's a Rueben, no pickles."

House looked up at her, then looked back down as a sign of thanks.

"Are you coming with us?" asked Jacqui.

"Go Away, he didn't have any problems until you came here. Then cancer, then died in the OR! How dare you?" shouted House. He then rubbed his bum leg.

"By the way, Cuddy gave me these for you. Chase, Cuddy and the others are going now! I will be downstairs, waiting for the cab."

Jacqui sighed and then walked off. She knew he was messed up, but not that messed up. Poor man...

House looked at the sandwich, then at the little parcel that contained a vial of Vicodin. House thought he had two options; go to Jimmy's funeral or take the 36 pills with the bottle of Scotch in Jimmy's cupboard.

THE END