Chapter Five

"House is not good, he's kidney's are bad. And the dialysis isn't working quick enough, I cannot understand it...looks like some form of chemical. Reno-toxic or cytotoxic. We may need Wilson, in case is cytotoxic." explains Chase. "He is intubated, and will try and stabilise his BP."

Cuddy stood amazed, House was right. His ducklings are fantastic!

"Well, I'll explain every to James!" declared Cuddy. "And you find Cameron, in case you need help."

"Allison should be upstairs" stated Foreman.

A shocked face from Cuddy, she realised who Allie was. "Come to House's office all of you. I think we have a problem."

All the doctors went to House's office, where three chairs sat. Foreman sat closet to the bookcase, and Chase sat near the door. Then wheelchair came in.

"Wilson, are you okay?" asked Foreman.

"Eh, feel like the dog's gonads."

"Well now you are all here, I can elaborate why Allison isn't here." explained the Nervous Dean.

They all listened to the audio message, and looked at each curiously. And Wilson sat there with his hands on his head, sobbing.

"First House, now Cameron. What's going on? I never had gastric ulcers before, Allison didn't deserve this, and my best friend is critically ill. I'll never live life again if any of them died."

They all saw a side to Wilson, they never thought would the would see. His fallen marriages and the relationship with House, then Allison who seemed to be the one.

HOUSE MD

Allison still couldn't move because of the drug induced paralysis. Yet her mental state was being impaired by the lack of oxygen. When she suddenly heard a barking, then she heard banging..

"Hey, something here! There's a needle." stated the man.

"Huck, I'll call the police." spoke the woman.

The man was hand-shovelling the soil, and Allison still tried to speak; nothing came out. She heard sirens, police she thought, but wasn't sure. Her conciousness drifted further, until everything went black.

"Hey, I saw a needle.. and I can feel something hard down there." spoke Huck.

"Okay, let us have a look." spoke the dark Hispanic-American Cop. He felt the box, and a wire.

Shit, this is either a bomb or a coffin.. I am not sure.

"Sam, I need backup. Possibly paramedics."

They were getting closer to Allie, she couldn't hear their voice. She needed House and James, the two men of her life since her husband left this life. Allie needed help, and now!

The Hispanic-American cop found what he was hoping it would be. He hoped it wasn't rotten.

"Sam, and you guys. I need help."spoke the Cop.

His partner ran over to the makeshift coffin, and the three men shovelled away till the reached the coffin. It was secured by tacks and a padlock.

"Shit, I need something to get this open. A crowbar or something!" spoke the cop, he had adrenaline running through his veins.

Allie lay there unconsciousness, not knowing what was happening. Then all of a sudden the lid opened, all the bystanders were standing amazed. The cop thumbled around for a pulse, there was a faint response from Allie. They then dragged her out.

Sam then commenced rescue breaths, to get oxygen to Allie's extremities. She then noticed the IV that was attached to the lifeless girl's arm.