Rachel sobbed loudly in Wilson's arm and the nurses sprang into gossiping.
Who was this guy? Why does Rachel like him? What's wrong with him?
Cuddy was paged by a concerned doctor and she quickly made her way up to the 4th floor to find Rachel and Wilson where they were.
" Rach! Are Ты okay honey?" Cuddy asked worriedly as she pulled Rachel into her arms.
Immediatly, the smell of Cuddy's perfume filled Rachel's nostrils calming her a bit, enough to stop crying, and she raised her head.
She was about to open her mouth to say something but looked around and didn't see House anywhere.
She quickly pulled out of her mother's hold and ignored the questioning glance.
Rachel turned to Wilson.
" Where'd he go?"
Wilson shrugged and reached out to Rachel but stopped when she quickly turned around and ran towards the OR.
" Rachel!" Cuddy сказал(-а) walking up to Wilson. " What happened??" Cuddy asked
Wilson took in a deep breath before turning to her and telling her what he knew.
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Rachels POV
I ran towards the OR, not paying any attention to the inquiring looks of the Doctors или Patients.
I arrived at the door and looked through and didn't see House.
I ran up to the observation room and went in and saw House laying on his back on the bench, twirling his can with a contimplative look on his face.
I grabbed his cane and asked," What's wrong with him?"
He looked up at me, shocked that I would take his cane.
" What's wrong with Mike?" I asked again when he didn't answer.
" He's sick." He answered smartly.
" No shit Sherlock, with what?" I said, having a short fuse.
" I don't know." He said, probably seeing that I was on the edge of snapping. He looked towards the window suddenly when loud beeping was heard.
He limped and I walked quickly to the glass to see Chase yelling for Paddles. I looked at the moniter and saw he was flat lining. My legs suddenly felt like jello. The room was spinning and black was clouding my vision.
The Далее thing I heard was House yelling," I need help in here!"
TBC?
серовато-коричневый, dun, дун серовато-коричневый, dun, дун DUNNN Is she sick????
Who was this guy? Why does Rachel like him? What's wrong with him?
Cuddy was paged by a concerned doctor and she quickly made her way up to the 4th floor to find Rachel and Wilson where they were.
" Rach! Are Ты okay honey?" Cuddy asked worriedly as she pulled Rachel into her arms.
Immediatly, the smell of Cuddy's perfume filled Rachel's nostrils calming her a bit, enough to stop crying, and she raised her head.
She was about to open her mouth to say something but looked around and didn't see House anywhere.
She quickly pulled out of her mother's hold and ignored the questioning glance.
Rachel turned to Wilson.
" Where'd he go?"
Wilson shrugged and reached out to Rachel but stopped when she quickly turned around and ran towards the OR.
" Rachel!" Cuddy сказал(-а) walking up to Wilson. " What happened??" Cuddy asked
Wilson took in a deep breath before turning to her and telling her what he knew.
__________________________________________________
Rachels POV
I ran towards the OR, not paying any attention to the inquiring looks of the Doctors или Patients.
I arrived at the door and looked through and didn't see House.
I ran up to the observation room and went in and saw House laying on his back on the bench, twirling his can with a contimplative look on his face.
I grabbed his cane and asked," What's wrong with him?"
He looked up at me, shocked that I would take his cane.
" What's wrong with Mike?" I asked again when he didn't answer.
" He's sick." He answered smartly.
" No shit Sherlock, with what?" I said, having a short fuse.
" I don't know." He said, probably seeing that I was on the edge of snapping. He looked towards the window suddenly when loud beeping was heard.
He limped and I walked quickly to the glass to see Chase yelling for Paddles. I looked at the moniter and saw he was flat lining. My legs suddenly felt like jello. The room was spinning and black was clouding my vision.
The Далее thing I heard was House yelling," I need help in here!"
TBC?
серовато-коричневый, dun, дун серовато-коричневый, dun, дун DUNNN Is she sick????
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