"Cuddy's MRI came back fine," Cameron said walking into the Diagnostic office with Wilson and Cuddy behind her. They had been running test to see if they could find out what was causing this, and reverse it. But, no such luck.
"You're wasting your time," House shot back leaning in his chair.
"House is right, there's no way your going to be able to figure this out, or get rid of it," Forman agreed.
"I can't live like this," Chase said.
"Well, maybe we should all just go home and work it out tomorrow," Cuddy suggested. None of them had gone home since that morning that had changed their life, and a good rest sounded very welcoming.
"I agree with Cuddy," Wilson said yawing.
"What about our patient?" House asked standing up.
Chased sighed, "House, can't we worry about her tomorrow?"
"It's a he," House corrected with sarcasm.
"Wow impressive, he actually knows the gender of our patient," Cameron added.
"Let's just get some rest, you can worry about your patient tomorrow, I doubt he will die tonight," Cuddy said already walking to the door.
"He did seem fine last time we checked up on him," Forman agreed wanting to go home.
"Fine," House gave in, "But be here early tomorrow." He really didn't want this whole super natural thing to disturb his job, even if he didn't like it. They were making it to much of a deal he thought.
"It is a big deal," Wilson said to him then left with out another word. Cuddy shrugged and followed.
"See ya tomorrow," Forman said leaving quickly. Cameron gathered her things and left with Chase, but stopped before getting on to the elevator.
"Chase," she started grabbing his arm, "What are we going to do?" she asked. This was terrible, she thought, it was ruining her "relationship" with Chase, which she really wanted, and somewhat needed. It was also ruining her life, and she only had this power for a day.
"House will figure out something," Chase said. Whenever something bad happened, he was sure House would figure it out, even if he didn't like the idea of depending on someone so rude and unbearable.
Cameron gave him a weak smile and they walked onto the elevator, heading home. House walked slowly out of the room, even thought he could walk fast. He kind of missed limping down the hall way, and having his cane to his advantage. Now, everyone would see him as an equal, not a cripple, no worse, a bastard. No one would pity him now, which is what he needed. Maybe this does have its flaws…
He woke up the next morning, comfortable in his sheets that felt like heaven to him. Even though he didn't know what it felt like, or believed in it. It was just a dream… Could all of that been a dream? It seemed like it was, I mean how could it happen? He told himself. He stretched his arms and brought his hands down. He looked at his hands just to convince himself that it wasn't real, but when he took his first look at his hand that morning he didn't see just his pale flesh over his fist, no he saw sliver blades piercing threw his skin.
Oh shit, it wasn't a dream….
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