Authors note: After Divorce…Sorry if this sucks but I couldn't sleep unless it got written down so here it is. Also I DO NOT OWN WILSON HOUSE OR CUDDY! I do own Scott and Allen. So ha!

As he sat down in his apartment he wondered why he was always felt so alone. He was always alone. Even when he was with Greg he was alone. He felt empty. Like he wanted to cry but wasn't quite sure why. He sat on the sofa and pulled off his socks. A large bruise had formed on his left calve. Tears welled in his eyes as Greg's words rang out in his head each bitter syllable echoing. 'Oh! Are you missing Stacey too?' The tears streamed unchecked down his face and he laid on his side curling into a ball as if this would lessen the pain. But the pain didn't relent and his tears fell like raindrops soaking the sofa as the raindrops outside soaked the soil. He knew there had been a time when there was not a gaping, painful space in his chest. Before Daniel had left him, before cancer stole his 2 friends, before his job pushed his wives away.

He was hysterical now, the pain so overwhelming he couldn't breath deeply enough to keep up with his frantic sobbing. He needed help. He couldn't stand to be that alone. It was killing him. Slowly. He grabbed the phone off of the coffee table and hit memory 2. Greg's phone. He dropped the phone his hands to shaky to hold it. Greg answered and heard his friends sobbing distant but not distant enough to mask that pain that came from the noise. Greg grabbed his cane and left hanging up the phone. James stumbled into the bathroom and downed a handful of aspirin. At least he thought it was aspirin. The reality was that he could hardly see it. He then entered the kitchen and grabbed a butcher's knife and sat in the center of the floor. He took a deep breathe to cease his shaking and slashed at his lower leg. He cried out in pain as blood soaked his light colored pants. He slashed his other leg then the first. He kept doing this letting the blood pool around his bare feet. He was trying to block out the pain of a broken heart, the pain of being alone. He felt dizzy. His blood was warm aroung his feet covering his legs. His vision faded into darkness and he fell back onto the floor just as Greg opened the door.

When James awoke later that night in a hospital bed the first face he saw was Greg's. Greg's face was pale from lack of sleep and his eyes were bloodshot. James mouthed a simple sorry as tears began to fall down his face. Greg wiped them away and then hugged his friend. "Please don't leave me too" Wilson whimpered into Greg's chest. Greg just nodded. A tear hit the top of James's head…..

A/N Okay that's it not to much. Alright well it's just a one shot thing unless I get a lot of reviews then I might continue it. Oh well. Review and thanks for reading!

A. Thorne (in the sides of many!)