Just a short little chapter here. Just to hold you over for the weekend. Actually to hold you over till I get the next part down. Thanks to all of you who wrote such nice things. Enjoy!
I don't remember the drive back to my flat. The only thing I know is that I somehow made it there alive. Unfortunately for me that is. Its morning now and I spent the rest of the night on the floor of my bathroom after what looks like I puked up half my insides. I don't have time for a shower, as I'm already running late.
The vibration of my cell in my pocket confirms that fact. "Chase."
"You coming in?" It's Foreman.
"Ate something rotten last night." Not that far from the truth. "Been sick most of the night. I'll be in shortly." I hang up before he can say anything else.
A scrub of the teeth and few swishes of the mouth rinse and some extra deodorant and off too work I go.
If House can get away without shaving for a few days, then I can miss some too.
I must look as crappy as I feel. I mean even House asked if I was up to working. Sure. As long as I don't have to eat anything or drink anything or have to hear the name Wimmer or see the man I should be fine.
I hide out in the lab. I tell them that this way I can sit someplace and not be bothered, and the aroma of food won't get me nauseous again.
I'm impressed at my ability to lie so well. I don't think that House or Foreman are that gullible. So I must be believable. Cameron even offered to bring me some tea and crackers for my stomach. What a girl.
Even better is that Wimmer can't find me here. Well I guess he can but he doesn't and that's the point. I made it through the whole day without seeing or hearing him. Maybe it was a scare tactic. Wanted to see what it takes to get me to crack.
Not this little Aussie. Tough as a crocodile.
