Chapter 6
"That's what's been causing the chest pain," explained Cuddy, putting the x-ray up on the board. "There's some kind of inflammation around Allison's chest cavity, near her lungs."
"Do you think it's pneumonia?" Wilson asked, as both he and House pressed forward to look closer.
"It's possible, all of her symptoms fit. But just to be sure that it is, we'd have to do a CT scan to confirm, and possibly a lumbar puncture as well. Either way, a chest tube's going to be needed to drain whatever's in there, and to prevent a lung collapse."
"I'll go tell Chase what you found, and have him sign a consent form," Foreman announced, walking back to Radiology.
"Pneumonia? Are you sure?" Chase looked at Foreman in shock. He was still holding Cameron's hand, and she was still asleep.
"We're positive. There's some kind of inflammation of the lining around Allison's lungs. That's what been causing the chest pain. We just need a CT scan to confirm. Once we do, a chest tube's going to have to be inserted to drain whatever fluid's causing the inflammation. Obviously, we don't know what kind of fluid it is, or how much there is, so we might have to leave the tube in for a while. And I'll need your consent beforehand as well."
"Yeah, I'll sign the consent form once we move Allison to CT."
"Okay then, let's go." With Foreman at the foot of the bed, and Chase at the head, but close enough to Cameron, they wheeled her down the hall to the CT scanning room.
"There it is. Looks like quite a bit of it too," Foreman said, not looking up from the monitor. "A couple of days with a chest tube, and she should be fine," looking up at Chase, who looked relieved. All of a sudden, there was beeping coming from the vital monitor: Cameron's vitals had dropped, again. "What the hell?"
After pulling Cameron out of the CT scanner, Foreman and Wilson checked Cameron over. Chase, now scared as ever, was holding her hand, and silently praying for a miracle.
"Oh crap!" exclaimed Wilson at what he found. There was a large bruise forming near her stomach, indicating only one thing: a hemorrhage. With that, all three doctors rushed Cameron out of CT and down to the OR for emergency surgery.
"Give me one reason why pneumonia doesn't cause this?" Wilson said, looking at Foreman, who looked at Chase.
"It doesn't because it isn't pneumonia. She doesn't need a chest tube, she needs surgery, now!" They were almost to the O.R. when Cuddy ran up, about to pull Chase away from his wife.
"I love you honey!" kissing her hand, hoping it wouldn't be the last time he would do it. "Take good care of her," looking Foreman straight in the eye, and received a nod. Just as they reached the doors to the O.R., Chase let go of his wife, and stepped back as he watched his wife be wheeled into surgery. He just stood there like a little lost puppy.
Walking backwards until he reached the wall, he slid down it until he was on the floor, and leaned his head back against the wall. "Please, don't take her away from me!" Chase said out loud, and broke down in tears, his pleading sobs carrying throughout the deserted hallway.
A/N: Sorry it took so long to write this chapter. I'll try not to take too much time with the next chapters. Enjoy, and R/R!