A Rush Of Blood To The Head – Chapter VII

Cameron walked up to the lab with Meredith and Christina. Foreman was standing next to the printer waiting for the results, Alex was sitting on a chair, bored. Cameron opened the doors to the lab and walked in.

"What did you find?"

Foreman looked up. "Nothing yet, it's just calibrating."

Meredith looked at Alex, now fiddling with his buttons on his coat. "You right?"

"Fine."

The results started to print. Foreman picked up the paper and read it. "Negative."

"Page House." Cameron said as she was passed the paper.

"Already have. But it seems he doesn't have his pager."

"Seriously?"

Meredith was confused. "But he said..."

Cameron put down the paper. "Where the hell could he be?"

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"House, what the hell are you doing?"

It was a sunny day in Seattle, but windy. Foreman, Cameron, Meredith and Christina walked up to the ferry wharf where House was sitting comfortably on the railings, cane resting against a seat, chips and tourist book in hand, the blue water lapping the pier.

"Did you know that an active geological fault runs right under Seattle? Fascinating!"

House stuffed more hot chips in his mouth and turned the page. Meredith looked around at all the people now staring at them. Hasn't anyone seen people in scrubs before?

"Oh my god House, you did come here for a holiday." Cameron realised.

Foreman had enough. "House, he doesn't have cancer."

House flicked over another page and looked up. "I've seen the Space needle, gone on a ferry boat, been to Starbucks, there's nothing much else to do..."

"Do you even care about wether the guy lives or dies?" Foreman asked.

"Course I do. CED-rate is normal..."

"His CED-rate is elevated."

"Is it? Man, when you think you know someone..."

Foreman was fed up. "House, go back to the hospital. Cure the guy."

House went back to his book. "No way! Haven't gone to the Henry Art Gallery yet. Or the Columbia Centre." House looked up to see all the annoyed faces. "Oh don't worry, he'll be alive when I get back."

Suddenly Meredith's pager went off. And Christina's, and Foreman's. Bailey had a problem.

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Bailey rushed into the room. A nurse waited by Michael's bed.

"What happened?" Said Bailey, rushing to the bed.

"I don't know, he suddenly fell unconscious."

Bailey got her torch and opened up Michael's eyelids. Both pupils responded. "He's bleeding into his brain. Page Dr House his crew. And get him a CT. Page Dr O'Malley.

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George spun round in his chair, waiting for the CT scan to come up. The assistant was getting annoyed.

"You right there?"

George stopped. "Yeah, I'm done." Embarrassed, he wheeled himself to the desk and waited. The images started to come up on the screen.

"What have we got?" House was at the door with Foreman and Cameron. George looked at the scans.

"Ah, pretty massive brain hemorrhage, left hemisphere."

House walked up to the desk and stared closely at the computer screen. "Oh yeah! Now this is interesting. I've got chills! What do you think caused this eh?"

Cameron turned around. "He needs surgery. I'll page your resident Neuro-surgeon. Dr Sheppard, is it?"

House looked up from the scans. "Ah uh, I'll do that."

Cameron stopped and watched as House walked past with a smile on his face.

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"DOCTOR MCDREAMY!!!!"

Derek was just about to walk into the elevator when he heard his nickname being shouted across the foyer. He looked around to see House leaning on his cane at the other side of the hall. Everyone was silent and looked at Derek.

"WE NEED YOU AND YOUR GORGEOUS WAYS!!!"

Derek blushed and looked down, quickly walking across to House as fast as he could.

"I take it you're Dr House?" Derek said as he passed him and pushed opened the doors to the hallway.

"Corectomundo!"

"Couldn't you have just paged me?"

"We're worrying about low powered device radiation today."

"So what's wrong?"

"Guy in room 401, bleeding into his brain. We need you to patch him up again."

"Burke's patient?"

"Yup."

"What's wrong with him?"

"Currently, no idea. But we have ruled out cancer. That just leaves a couple more thousand possibilities to go." Derek stopped at the surgical room door and looked at House. "Don't worry, I'm not a surgeon. I can figure it out."

Derek rolled his eyes and went to scrub in.

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NB: Ah, yeah. So that's that. Hope you're enjoying it. If not, tell me! I'm all ears! – for now... Anywho, if you can put two sentences together then you can review, so... review! I'd do the same for you... seriously!