Title: Mentor

(The long awaited chapter... Sorry guys! I'm sucha bitch:(... )

Chapter Thirty: Pain

"Wakey, wakey..." Allison whispered in House's ear, making his eyes open slowly and look at her.

"Ah," he flinched, "my leg's asleep." He sat up and began rubbing it, trying to get the circulation back to it.

Allison laughed, "I need to stop being so rough on you, huh?"

"Yeah, the rest of my limbs aren't getting proper blood supply 'cause you keep making me focus most of it to my cock." He gave her a playful shove.

With another laugh, Allison got out of bed and stretched, giving House a nice view of her naked body, "Don't blame me for you getting an erection every time you look at my ass." She let her hand slide over her posterior.

Much to House's annoyance, he did indeed begin to get hard at the sight of her lithe, naked body. With a growl he lunged, catching her about the waist, and hauled her back onto his bed.

"So, what are we doing today?" Allison cooed, stroking his hair from his face, "You need a haircut." She sighed, the slight curl his hair gave as it lengthened was adorable, but she knew how he hated it when it began to get too long.

"Yeah, I know." He said as he landed kisses on her throat. "It's a nice day, we should spend it outside."

"Mm," Allison's legs wrapped around his hips, "doing what?"

He shrugged as his hand rose to massage her breast.

It had been a month since Allison had moved to the east coast, and she looked forward to every weekend when they could escape to a section of the city and be together. Though she didn't mind staying in with him, Allison couldn't help the wonderful excitement that crept through her at just being able to spend time with him alone outside. Part of her felt like she was in confinement; lurking around the apartment cleaning, watching tv, or reading textbooks to prepare for her upcoming years at medical school.

"Let's see," Allison turned her hips to flip him onto his back so that she soon towered above him, "we could-"

"We could-" House rolled back on top of her and flinched.

"What?" Allison sat up slightly.

"Nothing, my leg just fell back asleep." House laughed, "I think it's telling me I need to get outta bed."

Allison laughed and watched him stand up, "Same leg-" She gasped as he swayed and fell back onto the bed.

"Woah." He placed his hand on his head, "You are seriously messing up my circulation." He laughed.

"Greg-"

"I'm fine." He got up again and dressed. Allison dressed as well and watched him curiously as they left the bedroom.

"Greg." Allison said carefully, following closely behind him. She jumped slightly when his right leg buckled and crumbled beneath his weight.

"FUCK!" House screamed, grabbing his leg in pain.

"I'm calling Lisa!" Allison jumped over him and ran for the phone.

Grabbing the phone, hands shaking slightly, Allison dialed Lisa's number and ran back to House's side, "Lisa, it's Ally," she whimpered a little in the back of her throat as House held his leg and smacked the back of his head against the wall as his teeth clenched in pain, "something's wrong with Greg. I need you over here now!"

Allison hung up the phone and went to his side, "Shh, shh." Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, Allison stroked his head. He'd already broken into a sweat from the pain he was feeling. Though Allison felt an overwhelming terror consume her, she could feel a calmness trying to settle in. Looking at what she'd observed she thought about what the affliction could be. However, very quickly the horror she felt dominated her professionalism, and all she could do was shake as she held him. Though her lips hushed him and soothed, her own body was anything but calm.

It seemed like a record speed that a frantic knock sounded on the door, and Allison had to abandon House to let Lisa in.

"It's his leg." Allison said as she swung the door open. "It's bad! Help me get him to the car and take him to the hospital." The women had a hard time getting House out to Lisa's car, but they managed to flop him into the back seat before getting up front and driving off.

"What happened?" Lisa said calmly, though Allison could see that the woman's knuckles were white on the steering wheel.

Shaking her head, the younger woman tried to figure it out, "Extreme pain in his right leg-"

"Which part of his leg? Lisa insisted, but Allison shook her head that she didn't know, "Greg! What part of your leg hurts?" She called to the panting man in the back seat.

"I DON'T FUCKING KNOW! IT ALL HURTS!" He yelled, the veins in his neck straining as his entire body clenched in pain.

"Next symptom!" Lisa screeched as she turned sharply.

"Uh, dizziness when he stood up." Allison called. "Could be from a sudden drop in blood pressure when he rose." She rattled her brain, "Leg pain, dizziness," she thought, "and his leg kept falling asleep."

"Pins and needles or sharp and electrical?"

"I don't know."

"Greg?"

"WHAT!?"

"Did you have pins and needles or sharp electrical?"

"IT JUST HURTS!"

"WOULD YOU STOP YELLING!" Allison screamed in her panic.

"I'M IN PAIN."

"WELL YOU'RE SCARING ME!" Allison's eyes were watering, "I DON'T KNOW WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU AND YOU'RE SCARING ME!" She cried.

House glared at her, his eye's ticking with pain. "It feels like contractions. It feels like my femur is trying to give birth to the anti-christ. DOES THAT HELP!?"

"Yes, actually it does. We now know that the pain is located in the femur." Lisa growled, "And don't yell at Ally!" She pulled into the hospital.

"PROXIMAL, ANTERIOR, LATERAL FEMUR!" He shouted in annoyance and pain.

"Finally something useful." Lisa sighed.

The women helped him back out of the car and into the hospital, where the staff quickly created a path to let them get to the diagnostics floor.

Doctors Hoine and Messer, the current diagnostics colleagues, came rushing in when Cuddy paged them to House's room. "What's going on?" Dr. Messer asked, taking off his stethoscope and going straight to check House's chest.

"My leg's fuckin' killin' me! I'm not having a heart attack!" House pushed Messer away with one arm while the other held the afflicted leg.

"50 cc's of demerol?" Hoine suggested.

"Get it." Messer nodded, not wanting to annoy his boss, but just get him out of pain.

When Hoine returned and handed Messer the needle, Messer paused, "Do you have any allergies?"

"OH, FOR FUCK'S SAKE!" House shouted, snatching away the syringe.

Allison saw what he was doing before Messer had even responded, and quickly jumped on House's arm before he could ram the needle into his thigh. It took every bit of her body weight to wrestle his arm back and above his head. "TAKE THAT FUCKING NEEDLE FROM HIM!" Allison screamed at Messer who stood dumbfounded.

"TRY AND TAKE IT AND I'LL STAB YOU WITH IT!" House shouted back at his colleague, flexing against Allison's force.

"Greg, drop it." Allison said firmly. "If you inject yourself like this, you could cause the apparition of symptoms that can confuse the diagnosis." She squeezed his wrist as hard as she could and he just looked at her before dropping the needle. With that thought, Allison pulled away with a gasp. Quickly she went towards his feet and rolled up his pant legs. Her hands glided over his bare skin as she observed them. Lisa saw her mumbling under her breath and then looked up and smiled, "It's not sciatica." She laughed and cried all at once.

"What?" Lisa, Messer, and Hoine all looked at her.

"Get an ultrasound machine and check his thigh. There's a clot or something going on." She was shaking slightly. Both doctors left, leaving Allison and Lisa with House.

"What does that have to do with sciatica?" Lisa quirked an eyebrow.

"Absolutely nothing." Allison looked at her lover who was still struggling with pain, "Greg, baby, straighten your leg."

House began to straighten his knee, but an intense pain shot upward and he quickly let it crook slightly again with a scream.

"Okay, we want to focus the ultrasound on the quads." Allison said to Cuddy.

"What's going on here!?" Dr. Diar entered the room, a roar in his voice, quickly tearing apart the "santa" image Allison had given him.

"Dr. House experienced an extreme amount of pain in his leg, and we brought him here immediately." Lisa explained to her superior. "We suspect a clot or aneurysm."

"Really?" Dr. Diar crossed his arms. "And who is "we"?"

"Cameron made the suggestion. Hoine and Messer are retrieving the ultrasound, and also on Cameron's observations, we believe the problem to be located in the quadriceps."

"And how did you come to this conclusion, Ms. Cameron?" Dr. Diar looked to the younger woman.

"I-"

"Excuse me!" House waved a hand, "As the only person in the room experiencing excrutiating pain, may I please have my FUCKING demerol now!?"

"I'll get another needle." Lisa shook her head.

Dr. Diar looked at Allison again.

"I went to Greg's lecture a couple years ago, and he asked me a question about sciatica. We broke down the whole thing, and when I came down to the conclusion it wasn't sciatica; I supplied that the pain and swelling could be caused by something as harmless as muscle strain, to something like a thrombus. That's how I came up with a clot." She explained.

"And years later you remember this conversation?" Dr. Diar asked in disbelief.

"I can't help but to remember it. It was that lecture that made me want to be a doctor." Allison shrugged, but glanced back at House with a small smile.

"Very good!" Dr. Diar clapped his hands, and resumed his Santa Claus-esque persona. "I'm very proud of you Allison!" He grinned at her.

Cuddy walked in with a new needle and looked at House, "You know, demerol can cause a loss of interest in sex." She pointed out.

"Yeah, if I take it constantly!" House grunted, "Now give me the shot!"

"Give me the pill," Allison bobbed her head, "give me the cure, now what you've done to my world."

Lisa, Diar and House looked at Allison as if she were insane.

"Sorry, Fugazi song." She said meekly, a little red coming into her cheeks.

House shook his head in amusement, though it was marred with another blanch from the pain that he was feeling. Before Allison could stop herself, she reached out and took his hand as Lisa administered the drug.

Diar watched the exchange, attempting to remain inconspicuous to the observation. "I need to get to work on filing a few reports. Dr. Cuddy, if you would please drop by my office after Dr. House has been taken care of, I need to talk about his recovery leave."

Cuddy nodded.

Dr. Hoine came in, dragging the ultrasound machine with Dr. Messer right behind him as Diar walked out the door. House sighed, apparently no one wanted to give him any privacy to take off his pants. Then again, two of them were guys, and the other two had seen him naked before, so seeing him in his boxers wasn't going to be any sort of shock. Slipping out of his pants, House gingerly got back on the table.

"Focus your attention in the quadriceps." Cuddy instructed as they put the lubrication jelly on his thigh and turned on the machine.

It didn't take too long to find the mess in his thigh, and confirm that he had in-deed ruptured an aneurysm.

"It ruptured, started clotting, and that's when you went light headed and, soon, started experiencing the pain." Allison sighed, rubbing her eyes.

"We'll get you prepped to repair the damage. We caught it really early, so it shouldn't be too complicated." Lisa assured.

"I love how everyone feels like they need to explain this to me." House's leg twitched when Lisa swabbed his leg and gave him a local. "You know, 'cause I'm not a doctor or anything. So, I think you should break it down piece by piece so I can comprehend-"

"House," Allison glared, "shut the fuck up."

While Allison observed House in surgery, Lisa walked to her boss's office. "You wanted to talk to me, sir?" She knocked on the door softly.

"Yes," Diar stood up, a gentle smile on his face, "I couldn't help but notice, a certain amount of... affection between Dr. House and Ms. Cameron."

Lisa couldn't help the fish on dry land expression on her face. Her mouth opened and snapped shut with wordless amounts of questionable admission. "How do you mean?" She finally squeaked.

"You're his friend, don't tell me that you didn't see the sparks between those two." He continued.

"They would never do-"

"Why not?" Diar laughed, "If they like each other, why shouldn't they act upon their feelings?" He leaned back into his chair with a smile on his face, "I never had the opportunity to see them together until now, how strange is that? It's only reasonable to guess that they've been distancing themselves from each other for unreasonable circumstances."

Lisa gulped, "Are you saying, that... The two of them wouldn't be... Shocking to you?"

"Of course not! They look like they're already in love!" He laughed merrily, "You know, I met my wife while she was in nursing school? I helped her all the way through school." Lisa had never seen her boss so giddy. "We'll be married 36 happy years this August. I think there's something about mentoring that just brings two people together."

With a choked laugh, Lisa repressed a whoop of joy, "I'm sure they'll feel empowered to give their feelings a chance with your approval."

"Yes, I will talk to them after he's awoken from his surgery." Diar agreed.

TBC

A/N- Yes, I know, it was short. But here's why- UNO: This was VERY difficult for me to write! I had to do multitudes of research just to figure THIS much out. DEUX: It is understandable to make this chapter short, because it goes to show, that the "infarction" is NOT the main basis of this story. And SAN: If you haven't caught on- TIMELINE ALTERATION!!!!! (And if you watch "Three Stories" the episode towards the end of Season One, you will note that House would have been perfectly fine, had they caught the aneurysm in his leg sooner).

Finally, a quick medical breakdown of House's leg: House had an aneurysm that ruptured in his leg, which clotted, and led to an infarction. Hypothetically, House should not be able to extend (straighten) his leg because that is the primary function of the quadriceps muscles. (not entirely! I know my med student readers are kinda shaking their heads at me, for saying that, but if you want to get on a kinesiology debate with me- AWESOME! Cuz I wouldn't mind finding some people to talk anatomy with! Maybe you can even help me study for my exams! hahah!)-Andi