Hey, It's House…

They met up once again in the conference room, feeling rather bad about this failure. All of them had missed something and that just didn't bode well.

"Ok, so it's not MVP," House said as he drew a line through both the MVP on the board and the two viruses under it. "What else people?"

"It could be parasitical," Cameron suggested. "Toxoplamosis?"

"Not unless he was immune weakened. And again, we would have seen signs of flu before hand," House answered.

"Myiasis?" Chase said, not really thinking it very likely.

House thought for a moment before writing it on the board. "Possible, but has anyone seen any insect bites?" he asked.

"No, but we haven't really been looking," Cameron answered.

"Well this is the best so far. Start him on Ivermectin while Cameron runs the Antigen."

"Shouldn't we find the bite mark?" Foreman asked.

"You can look, but it may have healed by now. Myiasis can live in the body for weeks before developing symptoms. Best thing now is to start treatment and hope it's the right one."

They were all used to this philosophy and it had worked for them in the past, but this was Wilson that they were working on. "Shouldn't we verify that it's Myiasis before we start? Ivermectin could just make things worse." Cameron said, knowing that she was going to be the only one to bring up the subject.

House sat for a moment before saying, "Just do it."

Chase and Cameron got up and left but Foreman sat in his place for a while. House looked up and saw him still there.

"What?" House demanded.

"You don't look so good," he said simply. He had been observing the doctor for some time now. He couldn't figure out why, but it looked as though he was beginning to go through Detox again. Now did not seem like the time for him to be ignoring his Vicodin. The last time that he did this, they had nearly killed the boy that they had been working with before House was able to come up with a correct diagnosis.

House just stared at Foreman, wondering what in the world the man was getting at. "Sorry. Next time I bring my dying friend in, I'll make sure I'm properly showered and primped."

"I don't mean that. I mean your not looking your normal… high self," he really didn't know how else to phrase it. This was the closest he was going to get to actually asking why the man hadn't taken his narcotics that day.

House stared at Foreman for a second before he realized that he wasn't really feeling all that great. He hadn't purposely not taken his Vicodin since he had gotten out of bed today, but he had had more important things to deal with. He had set the pills on his desk and had forgotten about them right up till now.

"Huh," House said. "Maybe this is all a way to get me to kick the habit," he said more to himself then anything. "If it'll make you feel better, I'll go and feed my need now," House said as he got up and walked in his office.

Foreman watched him walk in and grab the pills from his desk before he got up and left. He never saw House actually take them, but he was sure that is what would happen. But right as he stepped out the door, his pager went off. He could hear House's also sounding distantly in the next room. As he glanced down, House was already rushing past him.

Foreman froze as he read, Wilson code blue.

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By the time they reached the room, Chase had already brought the man back for a third time. The heart monitor was beeping steadily once again, but the O2 stats were still very low as well as the blood pressure. If he crashed again, there was probably no way that they'd be able to bring him back another time.

"I think it was the Ivermectin," Chase said as House with Foreman hot on his heals, rushed in. Chase was still coming down from his brief adrenaline rush and was speaking quickly. "His stats were actually slightly better then they had been when I started him and then all the sudden, even thing crashed again."

"So, not Myiasis," House said.

"But with that speed, I would almost think that either he had an allergic reaction to the Ivermectin, or whatever is causing his coma is what reacted to it," Foreman said.

"Not Anaphylaxis," Chase said. "No rash, no nodules. Just cardiac arrest."

"Then it's an interaction, not a reaction," House said as he turned and headed purposefully to his office once again. Foreman and Chase were left to trail after him.

Nobody said anything as House entered his office once again. He went over to his book shelf and pulled a book out, taking it over to his desk. He absentmindedly picked up the bottle of pills that he had dropped on the desk when his pager went off, he hadn't taken any yet.

He opened the book and began to flip through it with on hand while he popped the top to the pills and dumped some onto his desk. He kept flipping pages as he picked up one pill and swallowed it.

Just then he found what he was looking for. Grabbing the book he spun it around to face Chase and Foreman. They looked down at what he was showing them.

"Cyanide?" Chase said, completely startled by what House thought was going on.

"Makes perfect sense. It fits everything, even the Ivermectin interaction"

"But how would he get such a high dose of the stuff? Either someone was trying to kill him…"

"OR he was trying to kill himself," Chase finished.

Just then they noticed that House was looking rather flushed and having difficulty breathing. His skin had erupted in sweat and it was obvious that his body temperature was spiking.

"House?!" Chase said as he rushed around the desk to his ailing boss's side.

House began to grip his chest with one hand and grabbed for the vicodin on the desk with the other.

Foreman picked up the phone and was calling for help as Chase was trying to figure out what was wrong. "I don't think you're pills are going to help right now," Chase heard himself say distantly as he was trying to help House. The man kept pushing him back though and was still grabbing at the pills.

Suddenly it hit Foreman. "The pills!" he said. "He hasn't had them all day and as soon as he took one, he has a reaction!" House nodded weakly as he allowed Chase in to help now that Foreman had solved the message he was trying to get across.

"Cyanide?" Chase asked as he began to work.

"Must be!" Foreman said as he rushed into the conference room. Luckily they kept medical supplies in there as well. Foreman reached into the cabinet and pulled out a syringe of Epinephrine. It wasn't going to clean out the cyanide, but it would buy them some time until they were able to get the nitrites that they needed.

He raced into the office again just as help had arrived. It was a matter of minutes before they were rushing the Diagnostian on a gurney to the ER. The Epi had helped to slow the poison's progress but they needed to work fast. His lungs and heart were shutting down and he was quickly loosing consciousness.

As they reached the ER, Foreman was calling, "let's get some amyl nitrite and

intravenous sodium nitrite and sodium thiosulfate!"

"Cyanide poisoning?" one of the nurses asked.

"Hey it's House, this shouldn't come as such a surprise," Chase answered.

A/N don't think the interaction is true but I don't really know if a lot of the medical stuff I have mentioned is true. Was just trying to make an interesting story and I apologize for all Fiction that I used