A Life So Changed
A/N: I tend to find that i write some of my best stuff late at night and this one actually work me up, so hopefully the trend will continue. I don't own anyone, though i wish i had House's sarcasism.Unabashed House and Wilson slash because i just can't see House with anyone else. Please review. This is my first House fic, so i want to know what y'all think.
The first words out of his mouth are frightened and tear filled.
"Don't leave me." He pleads his voice groggy with emotion and medication. You take his hand reassuringly and tell him that you 'aren't going anywhere and to go back to sleep'. He obeys, the meds giving no other choice.
You sit back in your chair and try to get comfortable (which is nearly impossible). You hadn't lied. You haven't left his side in over three days and didn't plan to anytime soon. There's no reason to leave. Yes, your situation has changed but your feelings hadn't and deep inside you know that Greg knows that but you understand his need to say it. After everything that bitch put him through the last time, you find yourself amazed that he could ever learn to love again and truly blessed that you're the he chooses to love.
You stare at the empty part of the empty part of the blanket with a heavy heart and wonder if he even realizes that it's gone. Angry bile rises in the back of your throat as you think about the events that have transpired over the last 72 hours.
Three days earlier…
You had been with a patient when your door opened unexpectedly. You thought it was House, barging in as usual, so you start in on your usual reprimand until you hear it. A small, quiet voice whisper your name. You look up to find Cuddy standing there and you swore you could feel the ground give way beneath you as her trembling voice gives life to your greatest fear.
"James, its Greg."
Greg. Not House, not that jerk of yours. Greg. And that's when your body propels itself out of the chair and out the door. Behind you, you hear Lisa give your patient a hasty apology before following you down the hall way. No one told you where he is but somehow you just know. You're in a full out sprint by the time you hit the stairs (you won't waste time on an elevator). You take them two at a time and then sprint again down the hall until his office comes into view. You can't see inside yet but already you know what you'll find.
Greg is on the floor near is desk, grasping at his bad leg and screaming for someone to please kill him now. Foreman and Chase are trying to keep him still while Cameron administers what you can only assume to be morphine. Falling to your knees beside of him, you place your hands on either side of his face and pull it so he can see you.
"I'm here, Greg." You tell him. One hand leaves his thigh and reaches out for yours.
"Oh God, James! It hurts, make it stop, just make it stop!" Tears are now pouring down his face as he begins to sob. You grab his free hand tightly and bring it to your lips. Your own tears have caused your voice to fail momentarily and in that moment, his eyes close slowly and his grip goes weak in yours. Panic grips your chest when you hear Foreman speak.
"He's passed out from the pain. We need to get him up onto a gurney so we can figure out what the hell happened to him." The ducklings hurry around you. You remain still. You already know what happened. It's the same thing that happened all those years ago. Only this time, you're here and you're going to stay no matter how hard it gets.
When the ducklings return with a gurney and a whole slew of medical professionals, some part of you cringes because you know that House wouldn't want all of these people to see him like this. You're quickly pushed out of the way as they start IV's and check his vitals. Foreman barks out orders and you find it somewhat interesting how hard he's working to save a man he claims to hate. You watch as they leave with him and Cuddy enters.
She wears the same look of dread, fear and knowing that you do. She's been through this before and she hates having to go through it again. Neither of you say anything as she takes you by the arm and leads you down the hall where the two of you can watch through the glass. As you watch them hurry about desperately trying to help him, you whisper pleadingly:
"Don't leave me."