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House squeezed in between the tight space of the fallen debree of what was once a building. He knew that he had heard someone down there. He knew he had. He came upon a plaster wall and kicked it out with his good leg. He continued on until a hand reached out and grabbed his cane. It was a women. She stared at him with anger in her eyes.
"You bastard! You shelfish bastard!"
The women crawled over to House and grabbed his shirt.
"Why did you wait! My husband, my family, my life, gone!"
House gaped. It couldn't be...
"Look at this," she said as she jerked his head to a stub coming a little below her knee, "Look what you did to me! And for what? For me to die in an ambulance."
House tried to crawl backwards. But as he did her hand shot out and pushed him down. She was amazingly strong.
Hannah did a wicked grin at him and she took out a saw, "This is going to hurt...a lot."
House had gotten a new found strength and broke away from the hold she had on him. He crawled as fast as he could deeper into the cavern of ruble. The pathway was getting tighter and tighter as he went on. Almost as if the sides were closing in on him. Wait a minute...shit!
House tried to turn around but a hand grabbed his bad leg in mid turn. He heard a cold laughter and felt metal pierce into his skin. He screamed and screamed.
His eyes were shut closed and then all of a sudden the pain stopped. House awoke to find himself in his bed. The sheets were tangled around him and he was covered in cold swet.
There was no cavern, no saw, and no Hannah. Instead there was a different face. It was Wilson's. His face was worried and he could see bags beneath his friends eyes. Guilt panged through House.
"Calm down," said Wilson gently.
House hadn't noticed it before but he was breathing at a dangerously high rate, almost at wheezing point.
Wilson's voice came once again, "Are you okay?"
House rolled his eyes. How typical of Wilson to say that. Yes of course he was okay, he was just screaming bloody mary and wheezing. Everthing was just to Wilson he just said, "You know, you care to much."
"Here we go again. You know House being nice and careing for a friend is actually a good thing in most cultures."
House sat up, "And what cultures are these? Thats not in the guide lines I got."
"Cut the crap, House. It's four in the moring. I think I know what this is about."
House crossed his arms, "Since when did you develope the all seeing eye?"
"Just now. House... was it about Monday?"
House looked away. It had only been a little more than a day since those events. House didn't go to work yesterday because Wilson and Cuddy made him stay home. They said that his leg needed the rest and they were right about that. His leg was hurting like hell. But another part of him also needed a rest...
Wilson took House's silience as a yes. He knew that his friend had been through a lot and tried to change the subject, "So are you up for work today."
House thought about it. His leg hurt badly but his boredom was even worse. So he nodded.
"Great," said Wilson and he glanced at the clock and sighed, "It's four thirty and I know I won't be able to get back to sleep. Are you up for pancakes?"
House smiled, "Yes, dear."
Wilson rolled his eyes and walked out of the room heading toward the kitchen.
House's smiled dissapeared and he glanced down at his leg.
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