A/N: Jamie Watson, Robert Seal-foss, Alyssa Cameron, Aarik Foreman, my boyfriend Andy, and I make up the band House of Bones. Just wanted to let you, my loyal readers, know.

Disclaimer: I don't own House.

P.S. Could someone tell me where I can get the lyrics to "I Need to Wake Up"?

Chapter 3: ER Art Room

2:30 P.M. PCHS Art Room

"Alyssa? Alyssa, are you alright?" demanded Robert. He'd noticed a growing scarlet stain on her blouse.

Kyla whriled 'round just as Alyssa collasped into Robert's arms on national television.

"Robert, apply pressure to the wound. Jamie, aim the camera at the injury," directed Kyla, taking charge of the situation. She also took her cell phone out of her pocket.

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2:32 P.M. PPTH

House's phone rang.

"What do you need me to do, Ky?" he asked, his eyes glued to his portable television.

"Save Alyssa," replied Kyla.

"I can't walk thru walls," House pointed out.

"Can you guide me?"

"You need forceps, thread, a needle with a curved end, a scalpel, a bowl, rubbing alcohol, latex gloves, gauze, and something to keep your hair out of your face and the incision," listed House.

"It's a good thing I still have my kit," said Kyla.

House chuckled.

House watched as Kyla and her fellow prisoners prep Alyssa for surgery.

"Okay, now what?' asked Kyla.

"Remember, Ky, you have a human life hanging in the balance here. Do everything I tell you to do, in the order I tell you to do it. Understand?"

"Yes."

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4:43P.M. PPTH

Everyone in the clinic was talking about the "Art Room Sextet" and the miracle-worker who was their unoffical leader/spokeswoman, Kyla Ryan House. Even though the battery in the camera had died half-way thru the operation, Kyla's cellphone lasted until three minutes after the operation was completed. Clips of the video were still being broadcasted nationwide.

In an attempt to take his mind off of the question of Kyla's continued surival, House had tried to hide in the clinic and catch up on his clinic hours at the same time. But as soon as the first paitent entered the exam room, House regretted the idea. Everyone wanted House to know how much they were impressed by Kyla's maturity. None thought that maybe House didn't want to talk about his daughter right then.

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8:00P.M. PCHS Art Room

"The window. Is it big enough?" Kyla asked.

"I think so," mused Robert from his place beside Alyssa.

"Some kid locked it and then the lock got stuck," said Jamie.

"During summer school last year," added Elizabeth.

BAM! BAM! BAM!

"I know you're in there!"

Alyssa and Robert began to cry. They were terrified. Kyla found herself wondering if Robert was going to wet his pants...or if he had already done so.

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11:40P.M. PPTH

House sat alone in his office. The blinds were lowered and the lights off.

I can't do anything to help Ky now. It's all up to her and her friends, he thought to himself.

House felt useless. And he hated that.

He was a man of action, not of lethagry.

And he knew very well the likelihood of his ever seeing Kyla alive again...less than one percent.

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A/N: Sorry, no picture with this chapter. The picture's taking longer to make than I thought it would.