Prologue

Eric Foreman was a brilliant neurologist, and have had the great pleasure of working with Dr Gregory House and he made some brilliant friends; Allison Cameron, Robert Chase, James Wilson and the late Lisa Cuddy.

Of all the past events he never wanted to feel like this, sitting in the cell. Accussed of Assisted Suicide of Dr Lisa Cuddy. He was cold, and was unsure of his future. His medical career falling at the seams.

Lisa was poorly for months since the shooting, they all thought it was stress-related. However Eric knew what was wrong. They kept it silent for months, until that fateful day.

HOUSE MD

House sat there in his office, throwing the oversize tennis ball. Looking through the window at the rain. It was like the tears of his heart. Cuddy was important to his life, kept him on his toes. He thought of the past; the infarction, Volger, the shooting, and Foreman's Naegleria.

Why didn't he recognise she was ill, she was sick for ages. And he was so preoccupied with the Ketamine treatment, he felf worthless.

If he couldn't read Lisa, who could he read.

HOUSE MD

Cameron was sitting outside in the rain, letting her tears be washed out. She held Cuddy like a big sister, a mentor. But this was shocking. House didn't say anything to her since she died.

She felt alone, never since being at PPTH she felt this alone.

Listening to the dilemma that House gave regarding His Infarction, she saw past the arrogance. She needed him, he needed her.

Foreman was an a$$ sometimes, over cocky. Especially after the Naegleria! But she knew that he was passionate about his work for the wrong reasons.

HOUSE MD

Wilson sat there in his office, flicking through his files. Patient after patient. Cancer. He never thought he'd feel this way about anyone. But Lisa Cuddy was different. She was like a rock to James, through House's detox, the shooting and she was just there.

Why did she have to die?

He spoke very little to Foreman, however House spoke of him often.

HOUSE MD

Chase sat there in the chapel; it has been too long for the prayers to come out. But he still sat there in the silence, and the smell of the insense overcame him. He sobbed and sobbed.

He couldn't believe that Foreman was capable of that, he felt useless.

He should've been able to be there for her.