Ok, just so you all know, I'm shortcutting the title to "Angels" on here now, so…lol Thanks for all my reviews! I love 'em!
Angels
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep…..
The steady sound of Allison's EKG machine on top of many others that she was connected to was annoying to the ears of her onlookers. Wilson, Cuddy, Foreman, and Chase were standing around her bed, watching her still form.
Allison had a ventilator on her, two separate IV's and machines upon machines connected to her seemingly endless. She looked like one big mess and the many wires that were attached to her seemed like they would never end. Each one was a painful reminder for the four standing there watching her.
Cuddy was for sure that they had lost her almost. In mere moments of being rushed to the ER, Cameron's heart had suddenly dropped dangerously low. Then, within milli-minutes after that, it stopped dead cold. Chase and Foreman had rushed to shock her heart back again. And after five tries, her heart rate had went back to normal.
Yet, normal wasn't even close to it.
Because even though Allison Cameron was there in front of them….her mind was someplace else.
Allison Cameron had slipped into a deep coma…and it was unlikely that she would wake up without House.
House slammed his fists on the glass after receiving the news from Wilson about Allison's condition. "If Cuddy would have let me--"
"There was nothing you could do," Wilson said firmly, yet as nicely as he could. "There was very little we could do."
Receiving a death glare from House not moment after, Wilson figured then and there that he should've kept his mouth shut.
"But I'm the one who could--"
"There was nothing--"
"I COULD'VE PREVENTED IT AND YOU KNOW IT!" House yelled at Wilson angrily.
Wilson kept his patience and just looked at the angry and frustrated look in House's eyes. Never before had he seen his friend in such disarray.
"You better figure out a way to get her out," House shot in pure anger as if the whole world was to blame for Cameron's coma. "Because if you don't, so help me God whether Cuddy likes it or not, you'll be seeing me there pumping her full of every medication I can get into her."
Wilson didn't know if he should've taken that as a promise or threat…
Cuddy stared at Cameron's oh so still form, things going through her mind that had never went through before. This all seemed like some huge nightmare that she just wanted to wake up from. That she didn't want to believe was real.
With House in the very fragile mental state he was in and with Cameron far off in a coma, it was hard to believe that this was anything but real. Because to everybody else, it seemed like a huge horror movie or a scary dream some little kid may have about his family.
Cuddy bit her lip. She fought the urge to cry. It was so hard not to right now. So hard to keep years of regret and harsh actions inside. She supposed that she should've listened better to House. She supposed that she should've given Allison every test she'd need and House had ordered. It was--and she hated to admit it almost--pretty much all her fault.
That House was where he was now….
That Cameron was in a coma…
It was her fault…
And nobody could tell her otherwise...
Wilson looked through the glass walls of Cameron's room, watching Cuddy stare blankly at her.
Of course, he knew what she was thinking. It was inscribed all over her face and in her eyes. That everything: from House to Cameron--was her fault. That she didn't think before these actions took place. That she didn't listen to House. That she didn't think whatsoever of the seriousness that was to come.
Wilson laughed lightly and slowly to himself. How could anybody had seen this coming? It had started only by Cameron becoming sick with something they still didn't know…not that it mattered anymore. Now all that mattered was getting House back to normal and getting Cameron out of that coma. Nobody could have seen this whole mess of a disaster coming. Well, maybe Cuddy could see the outcome of what and where House was going to be, but nobody saw Cameron's outcome. Nobody saw her slipping into an extremely deep coma.
Nobody saw the tragedy that was before them now…
Nobody knew that House was going to take a turn for the worse other than Cuddy...
It was nobody's fault…
But if anything at all…
It was everybody's fault…
Chase stared unblinkingly at the whiteboard before him. He sighed. Not that it mattered anymore. Cameron was way beyond whatever was written on the darned board now. She was in a coma that seemed like it was going to be endless and all that mattered now was getting her out of it.
Of course, this job never really promised good things for anybody. Even bosses and colleagues. House and Cameron were humans…susceptible to any and every disease out there in the world just like everybody else. It was undeniable and explanatory in every way imaginable. It was just something they all should've had common sense on.
Chase sighed again and put both hands on his forehead. All this was just so overwhelming right now. Times were so hard around them all. They just couldn't handle it all. It was more than they could handle on their plate.
It was enough to make somebody quit…
It was enough to make somebody give up…
And it was most likely enough to make Doctor Robert Chase give up and never look back again….
Foreman sat in House's office in the comfortable chair House himself had so many times sat and poked fun at anybody and everybody who walked in. It was just that hard to believe how fast things had changed and went by. It was unbelievable to even think about anymore.
Thinking back to the whole scene with Cameron, he guessed that he could've seen that she was going to slip into the coma. It was that evident with all the hell she'd been through in the small space of the time her heart had given itself away and with her temperature topping 105.8 and was still rising. Then again…could he really? Cuddy hadn't seen it…neither Chase nor Wilson. So, why could he? Maybe it just had been wit and instinct telling him. Maybe that's why he'd given up so early in trying to wake her up.
Foreman's thoughts suddenly turned to House. How things had turned for the absolute worst for him! How Cuddy had predicted the path so very closely and perfectly. Then, again, she'd been through this once, so it was expected of her to be knowing of this path House was taking. Shaking his head, Foreman still didn't want to believe that House was stuck confined in a solitary room in the Mental Ward. That he could be on the verge. Things had taken such a hard turn and he wondered if the remainder of the Team along with Wilson and Cuddy could pull together.
To help the two people they cared about the most…
To stick together in times like these and keep their own sanity…
And to not give up…no matter how hard things spun out of control…
WOAH BOY! How's that for angst! Guess I should be changing' my genre on this story. I had a COMPLETELY different plan for this story, but plans don't always go, huh? Lol
JJ
