Chapter Six

"Shit, we have a major problem. She is connected to something." shouts Sam to the incoming paramedics. As the paramedics assessed Allison, they questioned the IV, and tried to stabilise her. She had a slow pulse, but wasn't breathing well. The bag and valve mask was controlled by the male paramedic. The nearest hospital was PPTH.

They loaded her into the ambulance, Allison couldn't respond to the prompts given. The oxygen was slowly getting to her extremities. She began to regain conciousness.

She mumbled, but the noise of the sirens made her overheard.

"Hey, she's awake."

"PPTH this is EMT6, we have a female altered LOC, BP 80 palp. Require intensivist and others. ETA 6 min. Over!"

Allison heard the voices, and realised she was still paralysed. The Haldol mix had left with with paralysis. She knew this wasn't good. She felt herself being moved and closed her eyes, she then saw flashing lights. She knew House would be here.

"Right, female, altered LOC, BP 100 palp. BM 120, and was unresponsive at scene with hypoxia."

An unfamiliar voice came over; "Can you hear me?"

Allison grumbled, but was unable to put the words together. As the Intern worked on her, and removed the existing IV and introduced a new one. Took blood samples and inserted a nasal, she started to gasp, this wasn't hypoxia. This was stress.
She was panicking and couldn't move.

HOUSE MD

House was lying there on the bed, he felt that he was in a familiar place. Somewhere he didn't want to be. His thoughts were that he had another infarction. However he realised he had been catheritised. Then the amount of cannula that were in him.

A nurse came up to take some obs. He heard the thermometer go.

"Mmm. 102.4. Better let Dr Einshem know"

Einshem, Einshem... nephrology. Pyrexia.. think Greg! You're a nephrologist! Shit I have renal failure!

He tried to speak and realised he had an ET tube there, he jolted his arm. Alerting the nurse.

"Hello, Dr House. I'll get Einshem."

He waited what seemed to be hours, then a familiar female voice spoke.

"Ahh, How's my favourite diagnostician?"

Cuddy spoke with intent, she knew that the ET tube was there for a purpose. House started to fight the pressurised of the oxygen. With little success.

Then he heard Dr Charles Einshem Nephrology Expert in the UK, but came here cause his wife had a rare form of glomerusclerosis. He then laid out a table with some medical devices, to remove the ET tube.

As the doctor gently pulled the tube out, House coughed and rasped. He noticed that nothing was there. Cuddy gave him some ice-chips.

"House, you owe me 34 clinic hours so far. Whats your excuse?"

House cleared his throat; "Bum leg and ESRF. Yours?"

"You're sense of humour is still dry. How you feeling?"

"Well, as you have asked.." House suddenly stopped, and was becoming cyanotic and Cuddy jolted the bed down, and grabbed the ET tube. Inserted it into the swollen trachea. And tried the bag. His chest rose. She then attached the tube to the automatic device which would control Greg's breathing.

HOUSE MD

As Wilson, Foreman and Chase were sitting there concerned about their two colleagues, they got a call from ITU.

"Foreman here."

"I have some good news, and some bad news about Cameron, Allison." spoke the Intern.

"Give it then..." spoke Foreman, putting the call onto speaker phone.

"Allison has regained conciousness, and is doing well. However she has been left with possible permanent drug induced paraplegia." the Intern spoke so calmly. Then he heard a male sobbing.

Foreman hung up, and Chase was at Wilson's side.

All the things of the past; the HIV scare, Naegleria and House getting shot. And now this. First my ulcers, then House, and now Allie. I cannot cope any more. I need some release, I need to...