Before going to the hospital...
Joseph was really careful when it came to what he did. He had been in jail for quite some time for breaking his probation and having a gun, which had been a mistake but this time he was determined that there wasn't going to be any. His friend Scott quickly came up with the car and he slipped in careful to make sure he was out of sight of watchful eyes.
"You did what I asked," he asked as soon as Scott entered the highway.
"Yeah and let me tell you, it was no easy picnic, snapping that probation officer's neck and all. They are going to have the road blocked in about half an hour, so we better hurry to New York if we plan on getting to Canada any time soon," Scott added.
All Joseph did was sneer. In no time they'd be out of the country for the second time in his life and away from any form of imprisonment.
It was when they were nearing two miles within a town that they listened intently as the radio said what they didn't want to hear.
"We have a fugitive and if you see him, he's possibly armed and dangerous. He's in his early twenties and is an asian. If you see this guy, I repeat, if you see him, call the police immediately and don't try to take him on."
"Gosh damn it, I thought we were free," Joseph complained.
"Well it seems that we aren't," Scott let out.
A cop car came up behind them and to their horror the road in front was cut off.
"No,no,no,no, this was not supposed to happen," Joseph complained.
They pulled over and put their hands up. The cop told them to put their hands where he could see them and then he went to get some backup. Joseph quickly ran out and could distinctively hear the cop yelling after him. He didn't care and he kept on running until he made it to a small town so it seemed.
He entered the hospital and realized that he had been shot on his shoulder. He could just get one of the doctors to get him stitched up. So he waited in the waiting room with a newspaper after filling out a form and putting a fake last name along with some fake information.
"Effron, Jospeh." Jospeh smiled.
This was going to be too easy.
Present...
Chase felt the sharp metallic metal pressed against him and he let out a whimper. That only seemed to encourage Joseph who let a cruel smile come to his lips.
"You a Brit right," Joseph asked.
Normally a person would notice with the accent that Chase was foreign and this wasn't lost on Joseph who had a foreign accent himself.
"I'm talking to you," Joseph spat.
Chase nodded wishing he had said no to House when he had asked about taking his clinic duty.
"So I kinda need this wound taken care of, okay," Joseph said easing the hold on the knife.
Chase showed that he understood.
Joseph let Chase clean the wound and put on some bandages but he refused to be given any injections. He was far from stupid and he knew that given the chance, the blonde haired Brit or so he thought he was would give him something to make him sleep.
"Thanks," Joseph said as more of a gesture than a favor.
Then to Chase's horror, the knife was back in place. He shuddered wondering if he was possibly sleeping but it was doubtful.
"You're my ticket oughta here blondie," Joseph said.
Chase let out a muffled scream as he felt horrible pain. Joseph smiled in reassurance.
"Don't worry, I'm sure they would hurry up and come up with a quick negogiation if they find out ya have a knife in ya. Sorry but it's how I handle these type of things,"Joseph told him.
He quickly grabbed another knife and held it against his temple this time.
"You see, I could make them see reason," Joseph added.
Cuddy came to the nurse in charged and asked what was going on. Supposedly there was a problem and she hoped to god that it wasn't House again, she wouldn't know what to do.
"There's a hostage situation, apparently the person says one of the doctors are held and has a serious wound and to make the negogiating quick," the nurse said.
Cuddy gasped.
She immediately went to the door and knocked.
"What do you want," Cuddy yelled through the door.
"To get out without no trouble," Joseph's voice sounded.
House came up.
"Climb out of the window," House advised.
He heard a crash and shrugged.
"I can't help it if the guy is an idiot," House said.
Cuddy shook her head and quickly went in.
"Get an OR team ready House," Cuddy ordered as she took the knife out and put some pressure on the wound.