Come on people! Do you know how sad it makes me to open my emails and find I have only two reviews?
See, now I'm begging! How pathetic is that?
Kat x
Coffee machine to door. Coffee machine to door.
It had been an hour since Dan had phoned to say he was a few minutes away, and Cameron was worried.
Coffee machine to door. Coffee machine to door.
"Cameron! Sit down!"
"Cam, I'm sure he's fine, he probably just got side-tracked by a cute nurse downstairs! Calm down!"
But she wasn't going to calm down until she knew her not-quite-step-brother was safe.
Coffee machine to door. Coffee machine to door.
"Oh for Pete's sake! If you are going to pace, can't you at least make yourself useful, and bring me some coffee?" House decided that Foreman and Chase's reassurance-tact wasn't working and tried his own. Cameron shot him a dirty look. Apparently his wasn't either.
Coffee machine to door. Coffee machine to door.
The shrill ring of the telephone cut through the silence like a knife through cheese. Everyone froze, turning only his or her head towards the noisy contraption.
"See Cam, that's probably him to say he's going to be late!"
"Or to say he got side-tracked!"
"Or maybe it's an internal call from the ER?" House suggested, reading the caller ID.
Cameron darted forward to answer it.
"Hello?" She asked urgently.