A/N: All disclaimers apply. This is my story, please R&R.
A Pinch, and A Punch
Chapter Three
"Differential Diagnosis of hemopytsis, low BP" stated House.
"TB, sarcodosis, pulmonary embolism." speaks Foreman.
"Bloody hell Foreman, you and your TB... now the PE may be interesting." House spoke sarcastically.
Then the Australian intensivist came in, with a distinctive smile, "Wilson has an ulcer, he is being sent for surgery."
A sigh of relief from all the people in the room, but Wilson still had a long fight ahead.
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Meanwhile in Wilson's room; Cameron was sitting next to the space that occupied the bed.
I am a doctor, I should have realised something was wrong. Why didn't he tell me!
Allison started sobbing, when a unfamiliar male voice spoke.
"Sweet Allie, how are things?"
She awoken from her sobbing, and felt something over her face. A familiar medical smell, damp texture. And as she was drifting into unconciousness she felt a stab in her arm and something cold running up her veins. She couldn't shout, or move.
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Then she felt herself being moved, felt like an ambulance. She tried to call out for help, no noise was heard. She could feel something warm around her, and the smell of urine. She had wet herself, she felt so ashamed.
The unfamiliar voice spoke again;
"Allie, how nice of you to wake up? You cannot speak or move. I have given you an IV of Haldol and some Anectine, you know who I am?"
Allison cannot respond anyway, shape or form. She can here a phone. Its hers, she tries to reach but cannot. But the man answered.
"Cameron, it's House. I know you are probably having sex somewhere, but James wants to see you. It's been two days. Come on!" the diagnostician spoke not realising the problems.
"Oh how niave, House!" chuckles the man. "I have Allie and have administered Haldol & Anectine. She is under my control."
"Whoa, you are?" asks House.
"Call me Samwise for now! Cripple!"
"I know I am a cripple, but what's your excuse?" House pondered this, how did he know he was!
"Well, I'll give you a clue to what I want. A baby. Allie messed up, and she will pay" the man hng up.
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House thought to himself, I need Cuddy to know. He took two Vicodin, and limped to the elevator. He felt an ache in his other leg, his pulse was racing. Beading of sweat, House walked out of the lift, took yet another two Vicodin.
All the years he has known Allison Cameron, she has out-done his expectations. There were rules to being a part of His team, his disciples. But this is worse than anything that has happened.
He hobbled to Cuddy's office and then all of a sudden he felt like his heart was popping out of his stomach and vomited on Cuddy's Assistant. Then everything went black.
He can hear voices calling his name, numbers he sort of recognises but he cannot understand them.
A familiar voice speaks;
"House, wake up. Can you hear me?"
The was no response. While Chase and Foreman were trying to move House onto a gurney, Cuddy appeared.
"What happened?" asked Cuddy.
"House has collapsed his BP is high, and his respirations are poor. We have to get him to ICU. NOW!" shouted the concerned Neurologist.