The long road to somewhere.
Wilson was sitting at his desk when he heard a noise. Is sounded like it was coming from the general direction of houses office. He waited for another sound, but there was nothing. He went back to his file he had been reading.
About 5 minutes later he started gathering his things to go home when his cell phone started to Ring.
"Hello" The response he got was a one word answer.
"Wilson" It was almost to quite for him to hear.
"House?" he could hear the panic in his own voice. "Where are you?"
"Jimmy?" Then nothing else came from the other end of the phone.
He remembered hearing the noise from House's office. He ran to his office, and threw open the door. He scanned the office, until his eyes spotted house leaning against his desk. Wilson scanned his body for sign of injury. His eyes cam to rest of Houses hand, which was resting on his see, blood was seeping threw his fingers.
He ran to his best friend Just in time to catch him as he starts to collapse.
"House what happened"? Tears were threatening to fall from Wilson's eyes.
"Shot. He shot me". It was almost a whisper.
"Hold on buddy." He couldn't tell how bad it was. "I'm going to call for help".
"No. Don't leave me." both men were now crying.
"I'm not leaving I promise I just need to call for help."
He left houses side just long enough to grab his cell phone, and call down stairs to the ER.
"This is Dr. Wilson. I need a stretcher in DR. Houses office Now. He has been shot." He hung up the phone, and went back to house.
Cameron arrived with he stretcher. "Wilson what happened?"
"I don't know he just said he was shot. " He was starting to become hysterical. Someone shot his best friend.
Cameron helped two nurses load House onto the stretcher, and rushed him down stairs.
When the stretcher was gone he collapsed to the floor crying.
"You have to get up promised you wouldn't leave him" he was saying out load to himself.
He pulled himself somewhat together, and headed for he ER.
When he got to the ER Houses was laid out on the stretcher being worked on.
Wilson looked up at Cameron who was leading the trauma.
"Is he going to be ok." He was begin Cameron to tell him yes even if it was lie.
"The bullet is lodged in his lung, we had to give a chest tube in re inflate his lung, and he is going to have to go to surgery to make sure that it didn't cause anymore damage."
It was all to much, and he started to break down again.
"Wilson you have to pull it together. He is going to need you, you're his best friend."
He nodded. She was right.
"He is going to surgery now are you coming." She didn't wait for an answer if he decided to go he new where it was.
For several mintus he just stood there looking around the room his friend had just been in. puddles of blood still on the floor. He had to pull it together for his friend. He headed up to the OR waiting room.