A/N: Sorry for the long wait in updates, I was busy and wasn't sure if anyone was reading. :D
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Chase ran in right away since Ameobic Meningitis was only contracted by water, and helped Mike up and onto the bed. Nurses rushed past House to help as he stood there looking at Mike.
He was elated that Rachel would get better, but he wanted to be the one to save her. Not the bastard that broke her heart. He shook his head and looked around the halls and then turned to head back into his office. The team had heard the news and had already left, leaving the office dark and empty. House continued into his office to the ottoman, laid down, and instantly was knocked out from exhaustion.
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FEW DAYS LATER
Michael was laying unconscious in his hospital bed in a 2 person room. Rachel was in the next bed and was slowly waking up. Mike had been hit the hardest with the disease since he was sick after being left in the rain after being beat up and that had lowered his body's defense.
Rachel stirred and slowly opened her eyes, to quickly shut them again. The light was unwelcomed throught the open blinds. She groaned and tried to open them again, adjusting her eyes to the light. She slowly moved her hands up and down and wiggled her toes.
What had happened? Why was she in a hospital bed?
She lifted her hand up to her head and felt gauze wrapped around her forehead where the blood was drained.
She looked to her right and saw Mike in the next bed, but he wasn't awake.
What happened?
She pressed the nurse button by her side, and Chase walked in once again. This time elated that she was finally awake.
" Hey Rachel! How are you feeling?" He asked as he took out the pen light and checked her responses.
She waved his arm away and pointed to her throat for some water. Chase quickly poured out some water and handed it to her.
" I'm fine. What happened?" She said in a raspy voice after she drank the water.
" What's the last thing you remember?" Chase said carefully, worried that she might have Amnesia.
" Collasping in the OR obsevatory room. House was there." She said, remembering the darkness comsume her and hearing House's voice.
But wait. Mike was in surgery.
" Is Mike okay?" She said worriedly.
Chase looked down for a second and then looked at his hands that were on the bed rail.
" We're not sure at the moment. He was awake, but really ill after you fell. You two were sick with the same thing, but we couldn't figure it out. Mike requested a laptop wanting to help." Chase paused and smiled. " He actually was the one who found out what you had. Amoebic Meningitis."
Rachel looked down and jogged through her memory to remember what that is.
" We were swimming before he got hurt. That must've been how." She said after remembering.
" But how come i'm awake, but he's not?" She asked worriedly.
" When he found out what was wrong he stood up, which he shouldn't have, to get my attention. He blacked out after telling us and hit his head on the floor. He got a concussion. Right now, we're not sure if he is going to wake up okay." Chase said somberly.
Rachel looked over at Michael and saw the bandage wrapped around his head and the casts on his arm and all the bruises and sweat covering his body.
" Oh my god." Rachel whispered, looking over to Chase, who returned her look of worriedness.
TBC?
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Chase ran in right away since Ameobic Meningitis was only contracted by water, and helped Mike up and onto the bed. Nurses rushed past House to help as he stood there looking at Mike.
He was elated that Rachel would get better, but he wanted to be the one to save her. Not the bastard that broke her heart. He shook his head and looked around the halls and then turned to head back into his office. The team had heard the news and had already left, leaving the office dark and empty. House continued into his office to the ottoman, laid down, and instantly was knocked out from exhaustion.
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FEW DAYS LATER
Michael was laying unconscious in his hospital bed in a 2 person room. Rachel was in the next bed and was slowly waking up. Mike had been hit the hardest with the disease since he was sick after being left in the rain after being beat up and that had lowered his body's defense.
Rachel stirred and slowly opened her eyes, to quickly shut them again. The light was unwelcomed throught the open blinds. She groaned and tried to open them again, adjusting her eyes to the light. She slowly moved her hands up and down and wiggled her toes.
What had happened? Why was she in a hospital bed?
She lifted her hand up to her head and felt gauze wrapped around her forehead where the blood was drained.
She looked to her right and saw Mike in the next bed, but he wasn't awake.
What happened?
She pressed the nurse button by her side, and Chase walked in once again. This time elated that she was finally awake.
" Hey Rachel! How are you feeling?" He asked as he took out the pen light and checked her responses.
She waved his arm away and pointed to her throat for some water. Chase quickly poured out some water and handed it to her.
" I'm fine. What happened?" She said in a raspy voice after she drank the water.
" What's the last thing you remember?" Chase said carefully, worried that she might have Amnesia.
" Collasping in the OR obsevatory room. House was there." She said, remembering the darkness comsume her and hearing House's voice.
But wait. Mike was in surgery.
" Is Mike okay?" She said worriedly.
Chase looked down for a second and then looked at his hands that were on the bed rail.
" We're not sure at the moment. He was awake, but really ill after you fell. You two were sick with the same thing, but we couldn't figure it out. Mike requested a laptop wanting to help." Chase paused and smiled. " He actually was the one who found out what you had. Amoebic Meningitis."
Rachel looked down and jogged through her memory to remember what that is.
" We were swimming before he got hurt. That must've been how." She said after remembering.
" But how come i'm awake, but he's not?" She asked worriedly.
" When he found out what was wrong he stood up, which he shouldn't have, to get my attention. He blacked out after telling us and hit his head on the floor. He got a concussion. Right now, we're not sure if he is going to wake up okay." Chase said somberly.
Rachel looked over at Michael and saw the bandage wrapped around his head and the casts on his arm and all the bruises and sweat covering his body.
" Oh my god." Rachel whispered, looking over to Chase, who returned her look of worriedness.
TBC?
When does Love become something we need, rather than something we want? Love was seen as something special a long time ago. Now Love is what we are expected to have with us everyday of our lives. Love is common currency when you are a teenager, but turns to worthless pennies the older you get. Do we not care about the substance of what Love was and not what it has been made into today by commercialisation from American movies and Television commercials and soap operas? Only when we experience Love for real, can we comment and judge others who are in Love. Love means something different to everyone. Not two people’s feeling of Love is the same. Why do we generalize, rationalize and compartmentalize Love? Love is and will continue to be an enigma. Only a handful of people will ever unlock it and witness its true beauty and essence. The essence we all crave.
Love.
Love.
“WTF? Since when did she get here???”
*hits House* oh im sorry i didn't know you don't have a pair!!
