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Chapter 8
The first thing Cameron noticed when she was tossed into the deep pit was that she wasn't dead like she had expected to be. She then noticed the pile of dead bodies she was lying on and tried to scream but found herself unable to breathe. Panicked she put her hands to her throat and tried to breathe a deep full breath. She noticed Chase not two meters from her struggling as well. What had they done? "Air bubbles", Chase whispered through labored breathes. Realization dawned on Cameron as she comprehended that the syringes hadn't held any deadly drugs but instead air bubbles ensuring that they would suffer long painful deaths. The last thing she would taste and smell was burnt flesh, the last thing she would feel was the cold, dead body beneath her, the last thing she would hear was Chase's and her own struggling breathes and the last thing she would see was Chase dying. "I love you," she whispered barely audible as the pain of oxygen deprivation began to overcome her. She never got to hear Chase return the words as she sunk back into the world of unconsciousness forever.
Wilson sat around the miniature table staring blankly across the room, thinking about all that had happened in the past few days, none of it good. Well, he corrected himself, one thing was good; House and Cuddy's relationship had grown immensely. He turned his gaze to the floor where his two best friends were at last sleeping, exhaustion finally drowning them and pulling them under. Sleeping had already been difficult enough after losing Heather, but Thirteen's suicide had shaken House further and now Cameron and Chase seemed to be gone as well. Wilson watched attentively as Cuddy awoke moving a hand to her temples and began to rub them in an attempt to erase the headache that had been plaguing her the past few days, probably a side effect of dehydration since they had drank the final sips of the water bottle nearly two days ago. One more day without water and they would all die, he was certain. Wilson watched as House opened his eyes before removing Cuddy's hand from her temple replacing it with his own fingers moving them in soothing circles. Cuddy sighed approvingly before turning to face House and placing a gentle kiss on his lips. Yes, their relationship has definitely improved Wilson thought nodding to himself in approval. He watched as Cuddy squinted her eyes shut probably to push back the pain in her head. He knew they had to leave now or else they would all die within a day; survival outside the building seemed much more probable now that their food and water supply had been gone for days. Wilson's eyes followed House as House stood and limped his way over to the small table obviously meant for children before sitting down beside Wilson.
"We are going to have to leave House; the chances of survival here just don't beat the odds anymore." Wilson looked at House awaiting a response but when House just continued to stare into space Wilson tried again.
"We will have to leave within the next few hours find somewhere with water and food." Wilson again waited for a reply but received none. "House?" House shifted his gaze to Wilson before answering, "probably safer to leave after night falls." Wilson nodded in agreement before looking at his watch, squinting through the dark room to read the numbers on his clock.
"Well it's 6 o'clock now it should be dark around 8:30 or nine so its probably safest to leave any time after 9:30."
"Nine thirty it is," House said turning his eyes back to Cuddy who was now moving towards them as well. The three of them began to plan their dangerous venture as they awaited twilight eagerly.
House watched as Wilson pushed the door open so slowly a snail could have slugged through the door without getting squashed. Although he was growing more impatient by the second House waited breathlessly as Wilson finally pushed the door open far enough to peer around it and into the darkness that had snaked its way over the treetops and across the ground, before stepping out into what House would consider freedom. House followed Wilson through the doorway cautiously letting out a sigh of relief when he wasn't shot the minute his foot touched the sidewalk. He eyed Cuddy protectively as she made her way out the door last even more precautious than House or Wilson had. He grabbed her hand in his and pulled her in between Wilson and himself as the three of them walked alongside each other through the darkness of the newly dawning night.
A/N: Sorry for any inaccuracies with the air bubbles and Chase and Cameron. Not sure if that would actually happen due to air bubbles but I had a hard time finding a drug that would. Thanks for reading…. Please review