Flooded Ch. 8- Results

House was alone with his thought for a while. He was feeling a mixture of anger, fear, and depression. He was mad that the infarction happened again, and was scared of what may happen as a result. His head was swimming with questions; how long will I be here, what might happen to me, and will they do what I say when it comes to my treatment? Cuddy walked in and caught him dazed with his angry scared thoughts. No what he tried to hide she could always see through him, see it in his eyes. She saw his look and sat next to him. She took his hand.

"I'm going to help you through this."

"How long am I going to be here?"

"At least the rest of the day. Can I get you anything?"

"In my office can you get me a book or two, and my gym bag? It's got some more comfortable clothes."

"Sure, I'll be back in five."

She hurried to his office to gather his things, the test would take place in about twenty minutes and she needed to be there. When she returned he was wearing his t-shirt and his boxer shorts, he must have gotten hot. She was a little surprised but didn't mention anything.

"Here are your things." She placed them at the end of the bed.

"Great." She could hear the depression in his voice.

All she did was sit next to him and rest her hand on the bed.

He lazily flipped through the channels; he couldn't settle on anything, she figured it was because of anxiety. She was just as anxious as he was, they both jumped when the tech arrived. Cuddy stationed herself on House's left side and held his hand even though he probably didn't want her to. He knew how the test worked, so the prep took little to no time.

"Are you ready?" Cuddy asked him as she grabbed his hand.

"I am now." He grabbed her hand and gave it a squeeze. "I'll try not to squeeze too hard."

"Me too."

He braced himself and the test began. It lasted a grueling half an hour. Once the test was over he was in pain and his t-shirt was soaked with sweat. Cuddy needed to quickly put in an IV to replace his fluids and to administer his pain medication. He didn't have breakfast since they had gotten up so early and he had missed his last dose of Vicodin so he really needed something once the test was complete. Once the tech left House ripped off his t-shirt. He was still soaked, sweaty and hot.

"Cuddy, do we have a towel around here?"

"Yeah, hang on."

She left and came back with a towel and an IV setup.

"You need fluids. It will only be for a few hours.

"Understandable. After you set it up will you go get the results?"

"Yeah, why don't you call Wilson while I'm gone, if you want him to come over here he will arrive after we have the results and you can fill him in once he arrives."

"Alright I guess I could do that. Once the pain meds take over then I should be ok to talk for a little while."

Once House was all set with his IV and some ice chips Cuddy went to her office to get the test results. She had them delivered to her office so that it wouldn't seem out of the ordinary. House waited a little while and then decided to call Wilson. He wasn't sure what he was going to say, so he just dialed and ran with it.

"Hey Wilson, you will never guess where I am."

"You're right considering your car is at your house and you aren't. So where are you?"

"Say, can you meet Cuddy in the clinic in about ten minutes? She will fill you in and all that good stuff. I'm feeling kinda tired."

"House what's going on? What are you talking about? Sure I can meet her in the clinic, but why?"

"You'll see, I have to go. See you soon."

With that House hung up. Wilson was almost in panic mode now. He practically raced to the hospital to see what was going on. It was just like House to leave him in the dark and worried. House called Cuddy's office to tell her to meet Wilson in the clinic and bring him up to the room. He told her to fill Wilson in only with the information he himself knew, and to tell them both the results of the EMG once they were back to the room. Once all his calls were made House took a nap until they arrived.

Cuddy greeted a frantic Wilson at the clinic entrance. After she assured him that House would be fine she filled him in about the shaking, the pain, and the talk and the MRI. She could see that Wilson was a little thrown with House's choice of talking to Cuddy first and not him, but she didn't want to bring that up at the moment. They made their way to House's private room and found him semi-asleep in his boxers and his socks. Cuddy meant tell him to put a shirt on before Wilson got there, but he didn't seem to mind what Wilson saw, and Wilson wasn't worried about seeing House basically naked. Cuddy gently woke House up and he was a little groggy but ready to see what the EMG had to say. He acknowledged that Wilson was there but it was easily seen that both of them wanted to see what it said.

"So Cuddy, what did it say?" The anxiousness could easily be heard in House's voice.

"House…there's been slight muscle death. So you will need a small surgery to clear the dead tissue. If I could use Heparin I would, but its' just not a risk I want to take."

"What if it's a risk I want to take?"

"House you and I don't want to go through this again. The recovery time will be minimal compared to what you went through last time. You will be back to work in three weeks tops and I'll be there every step of the way. You knew this could have happened."

"All I want the surgeon to do is take out the dead muscle, no more, no less. I don't need a repeat of what happened to me last time. If you want to help me you have to obey my wishes. You can't expect me to trust you if you don't do what I want and you go against your word."

Wilson chimed in, "House we will both do only what you want. We are here for you and we want the best for you. There will be no going behind your back and trying to eliminate addiction or short cut anything. Everything that happens you will know about ahead of time, trust us."

House was flooded again and he needed time to mull all that happened over in his head. He stared at his hands for a long time, Cuddy went to the cafeteria and Wilson stayed in the chair next to the bed. Neither House nor Wilson said anything for a while.