Disclaimer: I do not owe House M.D. I'm just a fan and completely in love with the man.

A/N: So I'll say it again, I'm not a doctor, don't know hardly anything about medicine but I love the show so I try my best. Apologies for the unrealistic medical stuff; I just hope the story line is interesting.

Wilson Couldn't Breath…

Wilson couldn't breathe…

He couldn't believe this was happening. He found himself completely submerged under water. As he looked up through the waves that he created by struggling, he could make out the wavering form of his best friend, Dr. Gregory House. His expression was cold and unreadable as he stared down at the drowning James Wilson with his piercing blue eyes while he held him under.

It was horrifying. Wilson's lungs were burning for a breath but he knew that if he gave into his desire, he would only seal his fate. His head was screaming at House, trying to ask what it was he was doing. Why would his friend turn on him like this?

As if in answer, he heard more in his head than ears, "How good of a friend are you? Would you let me kill you?"

The man was deranged, something had gone terribly wrong.

"Wilson, I need you to breathe!" he heard House screaming as his hands moved from his shoulder to his abdomen.

Wilson shook his head, trying to keep himself from taking that fatal breath.

House began to press on his abdomen, presumably to force him to take that breath.

Everything was getting even darker and fuzzier. Wilson still wouldn't take that breath but he could steadily feel his control slipping from him. He had always had a fear of water ever since he nearly drowned as a boy. At that time he had inhaled it and found the experience not anything he wanted to have again. And so he fought against both the unconsciousness that the lack of air was bringing as well as the signals that his brain was sending his lungs to take that water filled breath.

"Damn it Wilson! Breathe!" House screamed as he lifted his hands and plunged his face under the water. Wilson could feel his nose being pinched off as the ruff face made contact with his. Warm lips hit his and suddenly his burning lungs were being filled with the desperately needed air. Once… Twice…

And then the compressions on his abdomen again. Followed by two more breaths.

Somewhere, Wilson was distantly aware that House wasn't trying to kill him, but was trying to save him. But he still was submerged and unable to breath on his own.

"JAMES!" House screamed just before giving him two more breaths.

Suddenly it felt as if he was lifted from the water. He took a huge, gulping breath and tried to sit bolt upright on the couch where he had been lying. He was dripping not with water, but with sweat as he felt Houses arms grab him on his way up. He was shaking and gulping for air as he attempted to orient himself.

He was lying on House's couch, but he couldn't remember why he was there. The only thing he could remember was the piecing blue eyes staring down at him as he drowned under the water. He struggled against the arms that were once again restraining him, fearing that he was going to be pushed under again.

"Wilson! Snap out of it! You're alright. You're breathing again, everything is going to be alright," he could hear House's voice saying as the man tried to get him to lie back down. Distantly he could hear sirens approaching.

Good, maybe they'll help me. Maybe they'll keep him from trying to kill me again, Wilson thought but he knew that it wasn't right. House hadn't really tried to kill him. House had just saved him.

But the memory of the hallucination was so vivid that he couldn't bring himself to believe the truth.

"Let go of me! No, I won't let you kill me! Let go!" he could hear himself saying as he continued to struggle against his friend.

"Wilson, I'm not trying to kill you. You stopped breathing, you had no pulse. I brought you back. Now CALM DOWN!"

Something about the command finally hit him. The hallucination finally vanish completely as he lay on the couch, looking up at his friend once again. But now, rather than the cold uncaring stare that he had seen before, it was an almost frightened and concerned look. The blue eyes sought his, looking for a glimmer of sanity that he could connect with, use to bring Wilson back to reality.

He found it, Wilson settled and lay still right as the apartment door burst open. House suddenly disappeared from view as he found himself surrounded by a chaos of paramedics. Within moments, he had lost that connection with the world that he had just had as everything dissolved into unintelligible sound and color.

He could feel himself moving and could hear the siren. Distantly he knew that he was on his way to the hospital, but all of the commotion around him kept him from being able to focus. He could hear words, but couldn't understand them. He saw hands, but couldn't connect them with a person.

His world narrowed further and further as his breath began to fail once again. Then all of the sudden, there was nothing. All of the sound, all of the colors, all of the motion just vanished and all he knew was nothingness.

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