Chapter 4

House leaned against the wall across from his patient's room, staring into space, thinking. It just didn't make any sense; he was missing something. He stood there for a long time, trying to wrap his brain around the problem.

He was so intent on his thoughts that he didn't notice how he had begun to sweat slightly. His face was becoming flushed as a fever silently crept up on him. He didn't even completely realize when his vision began to blur out. He thought that it was just from so much concentration.

But as he tried to pull himself back to reality, he realized that he wasn't able to. His eyes remained out of focus and now he was able to sense the heat that his body had been creating. For a brief second, he nearly began to panic. Whatever had hit him, came up extremely fast.

Planting his cane firmly on the floor, he tried to push off from the wall to transfer his wait to the cane. But as he did so, a sudden weakness rushed over him. He didn't even manage to move from the wall as his knees gave out under him and he found his body slowly slipping down the wall. His cane fell from his hand and clattered to the floor beside him.

"House?!" he barely heard Wilson calling. His friend had just been walking by as House began to fall.

By the time a shocked and out of it House reached the floor, Wilson was at his side, checking his pulse and feeling his face. His friend was burning up and had a rapid pulse. He didn't seem to be able to focus. House was looking at him with and eerie fear but was looking through him at the same time.

"House! What's happening?" Wilson demanded. By now, the nurses had realized that there was someone new who needed their attention now. A male nurse was sent off to grab a gurney as another nurse went to the two men to see if she could help.

Weakly, House's head lulled side to side. Wilson wasn't sure if it was House telling him that he didn't know or if his friend was loosing his motor control. He stared back at House, too stunned by his friend's sudden turn in health to be able to think clearly.

Just as the gurney arrived, House suddenly grabbed Wilson's arm that was holding onto his shoulder. His grip was crushingly tight as he stared at Wilson. Trying not to show how much House was hurting him, Wilson looked back. "Greg, hang on. We'll get you help."

The arm that held Wilson began to shake followed quickly by the rest of his body. In a matter of moments, House was seizing on the Hospital floor.

All of the commotion was heard in Cassie's room. The team was quickly pouring out to see what was happening. "Oh my God! House!" Cameron cried as she caught sight at who it was that was the center of attention.

"Let's get so help here!" Wilson was screaming as he kept his friend of his side, trying to keep the man from choking as he lost control over his body. "10 milliliters Diazepam, stat!" Wilson screamed to a nearby nurse.

The team raced across the hall to help. "What the hell happened?" Chase demanded as he was the first of the three to reach them.

"I have no idea. What ever it is, it hit him fast. One minute he was standing there, the next he was collapsed on the floor," Wilson hurriedly explained while Chase and Foreman helped to keep House stable as his seizure continued. Someone handed Wilson the syringe of Diazepam which he quickly injected into Houses shoulder. A moment later the seizure began to weaken and slow.

A moment later they deemed it safe to lift him and Chase, Wilson, and Foreman quickly got their friend and boss up on the gurney. Cameron pushed Wilson aside as soon as the guys had House on the bed. She had her stethoscope in her ears as she placed the other end on House's chest, listening for the heart beat.

She had to jog along as she worked while the others began to rush House down the hall to an unoccupied room near by.

"He's crashing!" she declared as they rushed along. Some one handed her a pump air mask which she quickly placed over his face and began to pump air into his lungs. It was just a moment later that they had him in the room as Chase had rushed ahead and prepared the diphibulator. The second that they were in place, Wilson grabbed House's shirt and tore it apart, exposing his chest.

"Charge to 250!" Chase called. He took a moment to place the paddles on his boss's chest. "Clear!"

A pulse of energy jarred House's body. Cameron reached up and checked for a pulse. "Nothing!" she said.

"Charge to 300!" Chase called. "Clear!" Another jolt.

By now, Foreman gotten all of the monitor's set up on House, they were now able to hear and see that his heart had not yet restarted. Wilson was pumping his friend full of as much adrenaline that a body could take in hope to convince his heart to start again. Cameron continued her work with the air mask.

"Damn it House!" Chase called. "Charge to 350! Clear!" a third jolt racked the body. This time a beep from the monitor sounded. His heart was going again.

"He's still not breathing on his own," Cameron said as she removed the mask and checked his breathing.

Foreman was right there with the intubating kit. It took just a few agonizing moments to get the tube down House's throat and have him hooked up to the ventilator. Everyone glanced up at the monitor to check on all of House's stats. His blood pressure was low, but it was stable for the moment.

Everyone took a small step back as they tried to collect themselves. Wilson felt as if he might have somehow injected himself with some of that adrenaline. Foreman and Chase exchanged looks of complete confusion while Cameron stared down at her boss, utterly shocked at what had just happened.

"What the hell?" Chase said again.

At a complete loss, Wilson just stared at his friend and shook his head.