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House grabbed a stick and wrote S.O.S. in the sand. He made it so huge and deep it took him two hours. Not to mention he was still in pain, especially since it was hard to limp around in the sand.
He sat down, and contemplated things. In a cruel twist of fate, he had been extremely lucky. He could feel thoughts of confusion creeping in, and quickly shook his head so that he could avoid the disorientation, but no such luck, his symptoms were coming back.
He had two sides of him right now, he felt like two people. One of them was his ill side, completely disoriented and sick, trying to take over his whole body.
The other was his sane side, trying to take over but continually dominated by his ill side. He just sat on the ground and tried to ride it all out, hands clenching in the pain, fighting to stay sitting while the earth spun.
He looked towards the ocean, the only thing that was staying still, and tried to focus his thoughts. If he could concentrate on just one thing…maybe he could ride it all out. But no, now there was something wrong with the ocean too. He could see a white spot on the horizon, growing larger and larger, and finally he realized what it was: a boat.
He tried to stand up but he couldn't make it, so just took to waving his arms from his sitting position. He tried again, and this time summoned up enough balance to stay up, but had stopped waving his arms; he was already unsteady from before.
The boat pulled closer, and a bunch of people hopped out, a bunch of people he didn't know. They all surrounded him, pulling him towards the boat.
"No…no, stop! Who are you? No….no…I'm waiting for my friends…" he muttered, and tried to put up a fight, but he was too weak.
He was dragged onto the boat, and he kept his head down, still trying to push anyone away. "Stop! Who are you?"
Finally he looked up and saw Foreman standing there. His face broke into a smile. "Good to see you E-dog. Where are we though? Did they take you too?"
"House, We just rescued you, Wilson, Cuddy, Cameron, Chase, and a bunch of others. Here, have it." he handed House a bottle of fresh water, who eagerly drank it.
"Rescued me?" House asked, a little bit confused.
"Uh, yeah House. Don't you remember getting in the car crash -"
"Wait, what?"
"Or how a bunch of dolphins dragged you away -"
"What are you talking about?"
"Well obviously I'm talking about your accident."
"What accident?"
"Y-You mean you don't remember?"
"What are you talking about? I wasn't in a car crash!"
"Can you tell me your name?" Foreman asked, alarmed.
House stood up, yelling. "What is with these questions?"
"House…" said Foreman cautiously, grabbing his arm, "Can you tell me your name?"
"Gregory House! Are you happy? Now let go of me!" but he couldn't wrench his arm away from Foreman when he was so weak.
Cuddy jumped up. "House where do you work?"
"The PPTH!"
"Where were you three days ago?"
House cast around desperately for an answer. "I-I don't remember!"
He was becoming panicked, the world started spinning again, and House started hyperventilating, wanting to be let free, complete confusion overwhelming him.
"He's got amnesia and disorientation!" yelled Foreman to the injured doctors.
The others exchanged horrified glances: how would they convict who had done this to him?
"LET'S GO! WE NEED TO GET TO THE HOSPITAL!!!!!!" Wilson yelled, frantic.
If they didn't get there in time…..Wilson shuddered at the thought. Not only would House probably die, but the rest of them would too.
He thought of the chaos around him; Cameron already unconscious, Chase with bandages all over his neck, himself with a bullet in his shoulder, and House with some mysterious disease and amnesia.
Whoever did this would pay.
They just needed House to remember first.
THE END
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So. Curious as what the next installment will hold? Tough. No, just kidding, here it is:
Diamond will be back.
Everyone will get treatment.
A new case.
Vogler guilt.
More on House's memory loss.
Don't want to give too much away! (:
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