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Chapter 2
Both Cuddy and House held their hands above their heads as the building continued to shake and the lights flickered countless times before dying completely. As bits of debris fell from the ceiling House and Cuddy ran towards the exit of the ER doors, just wanting to get outside. Cuddy began to panic when they wouldn't open. Normally automatic doors were instead closed shut without the ability to open thanks to the power outage. Cuddy felt tears begin to fill her eyes as she banged on the door ferociously. Thinking more clearly than Cuddy, House turned and made his way towards the exit that everyone else had exited through mere seconds ago. Clearing his throat loudly so Cuddy would turn her attention to him he escaped through the doors and into the chaos of people trying to exit through the front of the building. Cuddy followed him quickly, not wishing to be crushed by the now large chunks of debris falling from overhead. House eyed his team, new and old, along with Wilson and Heather hanging around near the back of the crowd and limped over to them, Cuddy on his heels.
"The door is that way," House stated sarcastically to the doctors that stood unmoving before him.
"Pushing and shoving through the crowd isn't going to help anyone House," Thirteen stated.
"Just because you're dying doesn't mean the rest of us deserve the same fate." Thirteen looked away from House's gaze as Foreman cut in.
"House," was all he said, a low warning delivered clearly, asking him not to make the already awful situation worse. Of course being House he ignored Foreman's request completely.
"Seriously, if we don't make our way out of here before the building collapses, Thirteen won't be the only one rotting in her grave." This comment rendered a slap on the arm from Cuddy. House faked a whimper before turning his attention to the crowd that was slowly disappearing through the front doors. The building was roaring with screams and crying as it continued to shake, pieces of ceiling forever falling, nothing illuminating the usually bright halls of PPTH. Almost near the entrance now House heard Cameron who had been unusually quiet during the ordeal let out a sigh of relief. Only meters to go, House, felt his normally slow pace quicken with anticipation, nearing the exit when suddenly Thirteen let out a yelp and he noticed Cuddy disappear from his peripheral vision. House watched longingly as Taub disappeared through the doors but was unable to ignore the fact that something was wrong so House stopped dead in his tracks and turned to see what was holding everyone up. House drew in a breath at the sight in which his eyes met. Thirteen and Cameron were knelt over a profusely bleeding Foreman. A chunk of debris had obviously fallen and struck Foreman, knocking him to the ground.
"Foreman, stay with me," Thirteen pleaded as she watched him blink his eyes consistently attempting to keep them open. She felt the tears running down her face until they dripped off her nose and chin.
"Come on let's go!" House said annoyed at the fact they were being held up yet again.
"House," the warning this time escaping from Wilson's lips who was naturally all teary eyed at watching the pain everyone was enduring over the probable death of Foreman. Again unnerved at the chances of escape leaving them, House ignored Wilson's warning. "Come on people, the building isn't going to wait for us to get out before collapsing; this isn't a movie that ensures a happy ending!"
"Foreman you have to get up," Cameron begged as Thirteen and herself struggled to keep him conscious. The tiled floor around Foreman was quickly turning a deep shade of red; if the blow from the hit didn't kill him the blood loss certainly would. Thirteen ripped a strip from the sleeve of Foreman's dress shirt and pressed it against the deep cut that ran across the top of his head, hoping the pressure would at least slow the bleeding. He winced slightly at the sudden pressure that added to his already pounding head. Foreman watched through hazy eyes as, Cameron, who he was now willing to admit was more of a friend then a colleague and Thirteen, the woman of his dreams, his first shot at happiness in a long time, attempted to keep him awake. Tired from the loss of blood Foreman knew he was inhaling one of his last breaths. He struggled to keep his lids from closing, not wanting to give up so easily but he knew this was the end. His head was pounding, his breaths were sluggish and his body was growing weaker by the second. As he closed his eyes for the last time, he felt a small tear escape from beneath his lashes over the fact that his last memory was two of his closest friends, crying in pain because of him.
Thirteen watched as Foreman's eyes closed and prayed silently for them to open again. After several seconds she knew that she would never again lose herself in his eyes, never again would she wake up to them staring at her as she slept, he was gone. She began to sob as she threw her arms across his still body and cried into his chest, his shirt soaking up her tears.
Cameron was still kneeled next to Foreman and tears were running down her cheeks as she watched Thirteen grieve over the loss of Foreman. It reminded Cameron of when she had lost her husband years ago, she remembered the pain she had felt and her tears only came faster as she was reminded of how hard it was to lose a loved one.
A little shaken by the loss of one of his employee's House refused to show any sign of remorse, he had worked to hard to build up his current image. He turned on his heels and began to again limp towards the entrance. The lobby was now completely emptied of people beside Thirteen, Cameron, Chase, Wilson, Heather, Cuddy and himself. Once again determined to reach the entrance House was completely shocked when a loud explosion sounded from outside and sent those nearest to the entrance, (Wilson and himself) splurging backwards with full force, knocking over Cuddy and Chase along the way, and landing with a loud thud on the floor. Cameron's head jerked from Foreman's face towards the direction of the sound and she watched as fire coursed across the ground outside, engulfing the many people still wandering throughout the busy parking lot.
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Author's note: Thank you for reading and to those of you who reviewed I have most of the story written, besides a few changes I want to make to a few of the chapters. I am definitely open to suggestions; if I can fit them in without changing the direction of the story too much then I will definitely try.