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Sorry for the wait, I'll be writing more soon. Bit of a short chapter.
This is in episode 17, s3 – 'Top Secret' (go to tv(insert dot here)com for recap)
Now I'll continue with the story.
Enjoy!
Ps. Sorry for any spelling or grammer mistakes. Please point them out if you see any.
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He put his foot down slightly on the accelerator pedal. The car speeded up through the flat plains of the dusty and seamlessly deserted land. No-body at a first glance would realize there was a war on.
He smiled slightly as he glanced behind at the men in the back seat of the dirty jeep. They were singing raucously. The music went off and one of them started complaining, saying that they would have to listen to him sing. He snorted slightly in amusement at the comment as he looked back at the road.
BANG!
The world exploded and he was plunged so fast into a darkness he couldn't think, or even breathe.
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Rubble. Dirt. Pain. So much pain; he could barely contain a scream of agony as it felt like his leg was being sliced in two. His world exploded into a whirlwind of colliding pain, and it slowly burned like a raging fire into darkness.
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Consciousness drilled into his mind slowly and painfully like the first rays of light over the western hills of an empty plain. He cracked open his eyes to see the sky. His whole body was vibrating and…moving? He shifted ever so slightly to find a springing fabric underneath himself. He realised he was on a sort of makeshift bed or trolley.
His eyes screwed up in pain as suddenly his leg felt like it was just put into an intense furnace. He felt a warm hand on his arm and a cold needle slide into his arm. The few seconds felt like eternity as the pain, ever so slowly, ebbed away like the tide at a beach.
He opened his eyes slowly. Back-grounded by the light-blue clouded sky, a face came into vision.
Strong, determined eyes stared back at him from a young face with brown hair. The soldiers lips moved as he talked, but he couldn't hear him. Something was shoved into his hands, and then the man was gone. He was left gazing up into the cloud-covered sky.
Sound slowly returned and the sound of guns stuttering and bombs blasting echoed faintly in his ears. He shifted his throbbing leg, only to find half of his lower leg wasn't responding. In fact, his knee felt wet, and below it, he couldn't feel anything. It felt light, very light. He didn't even have to look down to realize what had happened. Horror crawled up his chest and seemed to clutch his heart. A bomb had gone off while he was driving and the jeep had crashed – taking half of his leg with it.
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House awoke to find himself in his office on one of his chairs. One leg was bent over the corner of the chair while the other one was stretched out before him on a foot rest. His eyes travelled up his leg to find Cuddy standing over him like a menacing daemon from hell. He instantly knew he had another case.
What he didn't expect was when his heart almost stopped when he saw the face on the patient file. It was the guy from his dreams.
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He told Wilson, but he didn't seem concerned. What was concerning though, was the fact that his body ached, and he couldn't urinate.
Meanwhile, the case continued like any other case – diagnosis, man gets even more ill, then better, than worse…. It was something like that anyway. He wondered absently why that always seemed to happen. He had to suppress a snort of laughter. It was like they were on one of those stupid medical programmes with the lets-have-the-same-thing-happen-in-the-same-order-every-time-with-different-and-really-over-the-top-and-rarely-likely-to-happen-diseases on channel five or Fox!
His leg and bladder were aching - Wilson hadn't given his the prescription for the pills.
House decided to insert a catheter. Not nice, but necessary. He had no idea what had caused all this to happen. Wilson thought it was the vicodin, but House had other suspicions. This had never happened to him before. He carefully made his way into his bed. He shifted uncomfortably as he stared up at the ceiling. It was going to be a long night.
It was only when his nose started bleeding and when Cuddy's face went out of proportions that House realised he was in another dream. Waking up suddenly it only took a few seconds to realise the bed was wet. He sighed. Well at least he didn't have to have that catheter anymore. He never realised how damn annoying it could be.
It was then the answer to the case finally hit him. It was all to do with the nose! If the nose was scratched from the inside, it would bleed, and infections could get in...
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He lent back in his comfy office chair with the blinds closed, smirking. He'd just had one thing confirmed. Chase and Cameron were getting it on like two little happy bunnies. FINALLY she went to fawn over someone else, not that he didn't like her all over him, but it was a bit stupid that she was after him. She had no idea what she would get herself into. She'd probably dump him after a day or two anyway. He would ruin her pureness.
Wilson asked him if it was a dream which told him the answer to the case. He lied and said no. Well he would want him to think the vicodin 'affects' were getting to him, would he?
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