DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN HOUSE OR ANY OTHER CHARACTER, SO DON'T SUE ME, BUT I WISH I OWNED CHASE…

A/N: ANOTHER DAY, ANOTHER CHAPTER, ENJOY!

SUMMARY: HOUSE AND HIS DIAGNOSTIC TEAM ARE WELL KNOWN, AND ARE GOOD AT THEIR JOBS. WHAT HAPPENS WHEN ONE OF THE TEAM BECOMES THE VICTIM?

BRAIN DEFECT.

CHAPTER THREE: THE DANGERS OF MRI.

Robert opened his eyes slowly, careful not to do things to suddenly, because he knew that he was in a delicate situation.

He looked around the room and smiled when he saw Cameron's back turned to him, bustling about with IV bags and such. He was glad it was she and not Foreman or House.

"Hey," he whispered hoarsely, which caused Allison to jump and let out a surprised squeak.

"Chase! You're awake!" she said, sitting on the edge of his bed.

He smiled again, as she stroked his cheek gently.

"Are you alright Allison? It looks like you've been crying." Robert asked.

How right he was, but she didn't want him to know that.

"Allergies," she lied. "You up to a wheelchair?"

"What for?" he asked.

"We have to get you an contrast MRI, so we can figure out what's wrong with you. We have to do the whole Gadolinium thing, light you up like a Christmas tree,"

Chase nodded and swung his legs over the side of the bed. Once settled in the chair, Dr. Cameron threw a blanket on his lap and wheeled him out of the room and down the hall.

Once in the room, Dr. Foreman injected Robert with Gadolinium, and he was on his way into the tunnel.

He took a deep breath and remained as still as possible as the machine clicked and whirred noisily around him.

Now he knew how the patients felt.

At that particular point in time, his claustrophobia was getting the best of him, and he could feel the gadolinium pulsing through his veins, constricting his lungs.

"Robert, are you okay in there?" Foreman asked.

Chase was beginning to panic, his lungs refused to work.

"Can't…breathe…" he gasped, clutching at his chest, trying desperately to get his lungs to obey the messages that his brain was screaming.

His vision went grey around the edges, as the bed came sliding out of the tunnel.

Cameron, he saw, was white as a sheet as she tilted his head back and felt around his throat.

"We need to intubate! Push three cc's of Adaban!" She called. Foreman did so then ran out of his line of vision and returned with a tube and a clamp, so he could feed Chase oxygen directly.

Robert's vision was fading completely, and he was growing light headed, he knew he was about to loose consciousness. He knew he was dying.

"His lips are cyanotic, he's not breathing!" Cameron panicked.

At that second her mind went blank.

"Allison, you need to perform a tracheotomy! Were loosing him!"

Allison took a deep breath and quickly snapped a pair of rubber gloves on, before snatching up a scalpel.

She made an incision in his throat; her stomach churning as the blood spurted out, running warm on her fingers.

This wasn't just any patient. She was absolutely terrified that she was going to loose him.

Foreman inserted the tube into the incision and attached the oxygen bag, just in time. He was going to be okay. For now.

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"Well, how were we supposed to know that he is allergic to gadolinium?" Cameron shrieked, as House had called her up to his office.

"You should have found out! You almost killed him!"

Allison let out a tiny cough as tears streamed down her cheeks.

"Oh god, don't get all emotional on me Cameron, I'm not going to take back what I said, and I'm not gonna feel guilty."

The next sound was the sound of a hand hitting an unshaven face. Hard.

Allison didn't even bother to let the shocked look on her bosses face sink in, she was out the door running towards Chase's room, quicker than it took for House to blink.

She closed the sliding door of his room and locked it before drawing the blinds and letting the room sink into semi-darkness.

She slumped down on one of the chairs at the end of the room, and began to sob.

"I'm sorry Chase, I almost killed you, what kind of friend am I? Oh Jesus…"

She cried, but Robert couldn't hear, or at least she thought he couldn't.

"It wasn't your fault," he croaked, so softly that she almost didn't hear.

She shot up fast and fiercely wiped the tears away.

Allison nodded.

"Yes it was, I should have checked your history! I had no idea you were allergic to gadolinium!"

Chase gave a hoarse chuckle. "Neither did I! But I trust you, and you kept me alive,"

Dr. Cameron took a shaky breath. "I made you bleed," she whispered, tears now silently falling.

Chase tilted his head curiously.

"Why do you care so much?" he asked

Allison hesitated for a moment.

"I've already lost someone I care about in this lifetime, I don't wanna loose another one," she replied softly.

There was a silence then:

"Come here, Ally," Chase said softly. He had never called her that before; she walked slowly over to him and fell sobbing again, in his open arms.

He wrapped his arms as tightly as he could around Allison's small trembling frame, and tried to soothe her as she poured her heart out to him.

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"So another contrast MRI is out of the questions, what are our options?"

Foreman thought for a moment.

"CT scan and Lumbar puncture," he said off the top of his head, while simultaneously tapping a ballpoint pen on the tabletop.

House nodded.

"Very good Dr. Foreman, run along now get the CT scan first and then do the CSF, make sure the pretty one is there to hold our wombat's hand.

Foreman smirked and exited.

When he arrived at Chase's room he discovered that the blinds were drawn and the door locked shut.

He rolled his eyes, he knew Cameron would be in there; she wasn't anywhere else.

He took out the key for the door, momentarily fumbled with the lock and slid the door open, shocked to see Cameron sobbing in Chase's arms, while he gently rubbed her back and whispered reassurances into her ear.

"Cam, are you okay?" Foreman whispered. She didn't answer.

"She thinks it's her fault," Chase rasped.

Foreman sighed. "Cameron, we need to get him a CT scan and a Lumbar puncture,"

Robert gulped, he'd given spinal taps before, it wasn't pleasant to do, he doubted it would be much better being on the receiving end of one.

Allison stood up and wiped her red, swollen eyes.

"Uh okay," she said in a shaky soft voice, readying Chase for another trip.

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