Next chapter is here, and if it's short, feel free to YELL AT ME! lol


"Well, it's official," Chase said, throwing a folder on the table in front of House. "You're screwed."

"Such a lovely comment, thank you," House muttered. 'Is that supposed to make me feel good? Because it's not working if you're trying to bribe ten bucks outta me for Cameron."

Chase just rolled his eyes. "Just look at it."

"Gonna tell me what it is, first?" House asked, picking the red folder up, but not opening it. "Or do we have to play a guessing game while Cameron's life ticks away slowly but surely?"

"It's her MRI scans," Chase said.

"Oh, well, then that says different," House said, opening the folder and letting his eyes scan over the results and he held up the four pictures they had.

"Aaaannnnd..." Chase waited for it.

"Nothing," House said, frustratingly tossing the folder on his desk. "Nothing on her brain that looks relatively different. So, what else could explain the fact that I was 'ten feet away' from her when I was standing right next to her?" he asked aloud.

"Was she confused at all?" Foreman asked, coming in.

"No, by then, she knew everyone and everything again," House said, staring at the board again. "Is she still twitching?" he asked.

"Yep," Foreman answered. "Can't stop it."

"And the only way TO stop it is sedating her," House said. "Yet, we can't keep her sedated forever, now, can we?" he said, adding Twitching uncontrollably on the board in red. "We have another unanswerable question."

"What now?"

"She still on the respirator?" House asked.

Chase looked confused. "Yes."

"Take her off it!" House said, turning around.

"Oh, what, you're killing her now?" Foreman was incredulous.

"Actually, no. This will help her. Before, she couldn't breathe, and whatever it was that was blocking her airway, we could've seen before, however, we put the respirator on her, fearing the absolute worst," House said.

Silence followed as the other two waited for him to continue.

"So, with the respirator on, her airway was cleared, so there was nothing there blocking it, thus, nothing to see. Take her off it," House said again. "We may just get lucky."

"Yeah," Chase said under his breath, following Foreman to Allison's room, "MAYBE get lucky."


"Wh-what are you doing? I thought--I needed that.." Allison said, after Chase took the respirator off. "Won't---I go...into--respiratory..di--"

"Yes...and it's exactly what House wants," Chase told her.

Allison made a face. "Wait---he--he wants me to...practically die?" she asked, clearly not getting it.

"Not quite," Foreman said. "He wants you to go into respiratory distress to see if we might've missed something that we didn't catch before."

"Oh...how--how did the---MRI...go?" she asked.

"Nothing showed up. Everything was fine," Chase said, checking her many monitors. "His next move was the distress."

"And what a move it'll be!" House said cheerfully, walking in. "Still twitching, I see," he said, looking at her. "Can't stop it?" he asked.

"N-no," she told him.

"That's what I thought. So, if it's nothing to do with the nerves, what else could it be? Any thoughts?" he asked her firmly.

Allison made a face. "Are---you drunk outta--your mind?"

"Maybe...maybe not..." House looked at her. "Or maybe you're not telling us something."

Both Chase and Foreman were incredulous, but said nothing and acted like they weren't even there. This would be a good show to watch if they'd just keep their mouths shut.

"What---what could you---p-p-p-ossibly mean?" Allison was incredulous, as well. In fact, shocked that House would submit such a thing against her, seeing as she was such an honest person...possibly the MOST honest next to House himself.

"That you're slipping something illegal...that you're hiding something to save yourself the humiliation and aggrivation...I got more," he told her.

Allison was getting aggrivated. "Why---are you----assuming..." she didn't get to finish her sentence before she started gasping for breath.

"Gotcha,'' House said, jumping quickly to his feet. "Chase, give me a hand here!"

"G--reg," Allison gasped.

"Open up, Ally, we gotta clear your airway!" House forced Allison's mouth open and stuck the tubing down her throat. But, no sooner had he done that, she started coughing out blood everywhere.

"Foreman, sonogram over here, now! Look at her lungs!" House demanded, his blood-covered hand under Allison's chin.

Foreman did just so and House watched feverishly as the very thing he thought possible, happened in front of his eyes. "She's got bleeding in her lungs."


Buh-bye now!

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