Hi You!
My update is much faster than before, est cela non?
Enjoy!
Oh, and the first bit in italics is a dream.
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Early Hours of Day 2
A Turn For the Worse
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The water tingled over his body, and he enjoyed the pleasant feeling it gave his skin. The water was rising, but not enough to be worried about.
Now it was. A bit went in his mouth; this was getting worse.
The water was rising, but he was stuck to the ground in a laying position, getting a last breath of air before the water went completely over his head.
He had to take a breath, he knew it was a bad choice, but what could he do? His body was telling him to. If you can't breathe your body tells you to take a breath.
His mouth opened wide and --
Water filled his lungs; he couldn't breathe! He sat up, choking. He vomited, ridding himself of the water, swallowed a bit, and looked around him.
He had been curled up on the shore sleeping. The tide was coming in; maybe he should have picked a spot closer to the trees.
Coughing a bit, he started to make his way farther back, when he realized he couldn't find something.
He stood up and wobbled a few seconds before scanning the beach. It wasn't there. With eyes of the eagle he fruitlessly searched. But then, he saw it. Sinking down with the tide, rolling away from him on the beach… His cane sank down deeper into the water -- never to be seen again.
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The 'Crew' (mainly just the doctors, the usual workers just hung around to see Cam and Cuddy bend over) worked a long, long time. Maybe because the usual workers stopped working? And that they were doing everything themselves? Most likely.
They hauled boxes. ALL FREAKING DAY!!!! Very heavy boxes.
At the stroke of midnight, they collapsed tiredly on flour sacks.
"House had better thank us…My god….Cuddy if you ever make us do this I'm quitting." said Wilson.
The rest nodded fervently.
"Oi! What are you lot doing lazing around?" asked their temporary 'boss'.
"We're done." said Cameron.
"No sweetcheeks," Cameron flinched at what he called her. "You are not done. You and you're little friends have to pack up more boxes for you to haul tomorrow. Not to mention clean, and cook. And pay my ladies; there's a price for just looking at them."
"I think they should pay us for looking at them; your ladies are so ugly, it hurts." muttered Wilson.
"I'm not paying your skanks a single penny." added Cameron.
In accord they went on insulting; until finally the man relented. Damn it they were annoying!
Sighing, they stretched and got up. They still had to do their chores…
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House was happy. He had found a whole oyster bed and each and every one of them was devoid of maggots. He feasted on them, ignoring the burn in his nostrils, the inflammation of the lungs…
House contentedly stretched out. It wasn't until about a few hours later though, that it happened.
House lurched forward in pain, his medical knowledge told him that he was in gastrointestinal distress.
It hurt so much…the pain was blinding him…
He was dizzy, was the world supposed to spin? Yes, he told himself firmly, it is. Is my vision supposed to spin? No.
He staggered up, disorientation having a pleasant stay while House was in hell.
His head throbbed, as if someone had just hit him with a mallet.
He vomited --
What's going on --?
The room... Is spinning --
Room --?
What about beach --?
I want to go home --
Spinning, spinning, spinning --
Throbbing --
Mallets --
Homocide --
Gastro-someodd --
Pain --
Spinning --
And pain --
And MALLETS --!
Feeling weak --
Focal weakness --
And then House dropped like a rag doll to the ground; his body pulsing in a seizure.
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GASP! What will happen to House? Well, the more reviews I get the sooner you'll find out what happens.
I really liked my whole disorientation scene, and in House's vision everything was flying by SPINNING, I used that a lot…I hope you like it!
Yeah, House is getting all sorts of crap these days…
Please review!
Or else…
ILGH
P.s. - Sorry this was so short.
P.p.s. - I got a puppy! It's an 8 week old Boston Terrier! Whoo!
P.p.p.s. - That puppy info was completely irrelevant.
P.p.p.p.s. - Are my P.S.'s getting annoying?
P.p.p.p.p.s. - Cause' if they are, I'll stop now.
P.p.p.p.p.p.s.- Only if you give me a review.
P.p.p.p.p.p.p.s. - tee-hee!