I was thinking about this story this morning, so I decided to sit down and type. I've been ignoring the paper and pen lately: the past few chapters have been done straight from my mind to the keyboard instead of the pen, so maybe thats why I'm nervous about the chapters. If I write it all out first, then maybe I get aquainted to the story... something like that...

I'm shocked Hugh Laurie isn't nominated for best actor in a drama series for the Primetime Awards! I was rooting for him, but he wasn't in the finals. So, here is to the actor who makes House come to life! clap clap clap Onward!


Foreman's Confessions

That night was the longest in all of their lives. Any sleep they caught was minimal and did nothing but make the doctors ache for more sleep. The same thoughts were buzzing through their heads, generally, all of them living with the guilt of their own secrets.


Foreman sat at his own kitchen table, the smooth glass reminding him of the table in House's office where everyone would gather to discuss the cases that came in, the table in the hospital where everything came together to find a cure for mysterious illnesses. They all had to work together at that point, to save a life. House's brilliance, Chase's perseverence, Cameron's patience, and his own sense of duty to the people who needed him. Now, there was a man dying because of the combination of mistakes they had all caused. There were secrets they all held, Foreman knew, but his own was the one that plauged him the most. He didn't care about House or Chase or Cameron; he cared about his own wellbeing. How was he going to afford to pay if the family sued and every single one of them had their money taken away?

If something were to happen, Foreman knew he wouldn't be able to stay at the hospital. If Mr. Deleyney died and he was sued, how could he show his face to the rest of the staff? How could he treat his patients without remembering his mistake every single time he made a diagnosis? He wouldn't be able to practice medicne with a clear councious. House was already fired, Cuddy had made that clear enough that afternoon, and he wouldn't willingly be under Cuddy's direct supervison for the rest of his life.

Because he had lost the blood sample. He didn't even know what he had done with it when Mr. Deleyney was in cardiac arrest. Foreman couldn't even recall placing the syringe on a table or handing it to someone else. He rememberd taking the blood and then panicing as the alarms went off, then sat in House's office, not even recalling the blood sample until House asked where it was. There was a biohazard loose in the hospital and it was his fault. It was all his fault. The evidence against House was that he gave the medication to Mr. Deleyney through an injection found on the patient's right arm. Perhaps House had found the blood sample where Foreman put it down and forgot about it and mingled the blood and the medicine, the blood coming from the sample. House couldn't very well get his hands on another sample; he was kicked off the case and taking a sample would violate the terms of his agreement with Cuddy.

Because of Foreman, House had the blood to run the tests that showed him what he had wanted to see, not what was really there. Because he had the sample, he was able to determine what was wrong and fix it. But House had been wrong and Foreman was responsible for the lost sample.


Thank you so much for reading and please let me know what you think. I am going to have a separate chapter for each of the characters, every character explaining what they had done wrong to cause everything to snowball into the problem they have on their hands now. I was just going to write one chapter will all of the character's thoughts in it, but, when I was done, it was so long I found my attention span waning and I was the author! So, I think I like the format I'm using now for this part of the story, at least! Thanks very much and please review!