The moon beat down on one of the foggy windows in his non-lit bedroom. The alarm clock beside his bed, showed 2:24 A.M., though, he was not in his bed. He wasn't watching porn on his computer, hoặc passed out on the đi văng from watching the "The l Word." Actually he wasn't in his apartment at all. Instead he was of doing those things at this time at night, he did something else, on accident.
His cold, lifeless body lay there, in his cream colored chair in the corner of his office. The tiếp theo ngày had come, it was around 7 O'clock in the morning when Foreman had found his body.
"House?" He shook him slightly.
"Get up, Cuddy found us a case."
Foreman, drew his brows together. His index and middle finger met House's non-beating pulse in his neck. He freaked.
Foreman tried everything to revive him, but there was nothing. He drew out his cell phone, dialing in numbers, and once he was done, the shiny screen said, "Calling Cuddy."
Her ngày had already began on a rough start, Rachel had vomited on the outfit she was going to wear. Soon after that, she was headed to work, when some moron had almost ran her off the road, speeding in and out of traffic. When she'd arrived at PPTH, and settled down in her office for a load of paperwork, it wasn't until she answered her phone, that she would soon be having the worst ngày of her life.
"What did House do now?" She spoke to Foreman, who was on the other line. She figured he did something immoral and Foreman wanted to call and complain about it.
"..Cuddy, get up here, and send a team of paramedics and stretcher up here as well." He paused slightly.
"House..- O.D.'ed."
The slick black plastic device fell from her ear, as she dropped it to the carpet floor. She sat in shock. Her fingers trembling when she picked up her office phone, and dialed the E.R.'s number.
"Dr. Cuddy, what can I do for you?"
"Send paramedics from the E.R. to the Department of Diagnostics."
"Yes, Dr. Cuddy."
His cold, lifeless body lay there, in his cream colored chair in the corner of his office. The tiếp theo ngày had come, it was around 7 O'clock in the morning when Foreman had found his body.
"House?" He shook him slightly.
"Get up, Cuddy found us a case."
Foreman, drew his brows together. His index and middle finger met House's non-beating pulse in his neck. He freaked.
Foreman tried everything to revive him, but there was nothing. He drew out his cell phone, dialing in numbers, and once he was done, the shiny screen said, "Calling Cuddy."
Her ngày had already began on a rough start, Rachel had vomited on the outfit she was going to wear. Soon after that, she was headed to work, when some moron had almost ran her off the road, speeding in and out of traffic. When she'd arrived at PPTH, and settled down in her office for a load of paperwork, it wasn't until she answered her phone, that she would soon be having the worst ngày of her life.
"What did House do now?" She spoke to Foreman, who was on the other line. She figured he did something immoral and Foreman wanted to call and complain about it.
"..Cuddy, get up here, and send a team of paramedics and stretcher up here as well." He paused slightly.
"House..- O.D.'ed."
The slick black plastic device fell from her ear, as she dropped it to the carpet floor. She sat in shock. Her fingers trembling when she picked up her office phone, and dialed the E.R.'s number.
"Dr. Cuddy, what can I do for you?"
"Send paramedics from the E.R. to the Department of Diagnostics."
"Yes, Dr. Cuddy."