Hi everyone! It's me, again, haha. I know, I keep getting these random ideas for stories [if you haven't you should check out my other two, soon to be three, stories!] and publishing them. So, if you hadn't read the description here it is : an AU story centered around House's Head and Wilson's Heart. What if Amber hadn't come to get House and he was more severly injured during the bus crash?
So I really hope you like it!
Disclaimer: David Shore owns everything.
Copyright: The idea is probably unoriginal but the writing is - so don't take mine please!
So, as always, read, review, and enjoy!
Oh, and please check out my other two stories! One is completed, and the other is in the works!
The hospital was buzzing with patients of the bus crash – Lisa Cuddy herself was in the Emergency Room, helping as much as she could. She moved from hospital bed to hospital bed, ordering more treatment, or releasing patients. As she moved around the ER, conversations flowed through the air, the car crash victims screaming in pain, and the families sobbing at the sight of their loved ones.
"32 year old female, lacerations to the arms and legs." Cuddy shook her head, judging it not serious enough, pushing the file away.
"Anything else?" The nurse flipped through the files.
"Male in his late, middle forties, contusion in his kidneys, lacerations over 80 percent of his body… coma," the nurse said quietly, looking down, moved by the grave situation of this case. Cuddy nodded, taking the file. "There's not much that you can do," the nurse remarked. Cuddy shrugged.
"I can… console the family," she said simply. Cuddy headed over to the room, seeing Taub and Kutner already in there. Cuddy poked her head in, Kutner immediately standing in front of her.
"We've got this one, Dr. Cuddy," Kutner said anxiously. Cuddy peered anxiously at Kutner.
"Is everything…," she began to say, when she noticed the cane propped up against the wall.
Time seemed to stop as she stood in the doorway of that hospital room. Her heart stopped in her chest and tears welled up in her eyes. Taub and Kutner exchanged a glance as they watched Cuddy.
"Oh my god," she breathed, pushing past Kutner and Taub to his bedside. Her heart fell apart looking at him, the scratches on his face and arms completely altering his appearance. With a shaking hand, she reached out and pulled open his eyes, dropping them as soon as she saw how his normally vibrant blue eyes were devoid of life. Tears started to fall down her cheeks as Taub rushed out of the room and returning a few moments later with Wilson.
Wilson had been making the rounds in the ER, when Taub approached him, both worried and upset, and pulled him into the patient's room. His eyes darted back and forth between House and Cuddy, a lump steadily growing in his throat. They both loved him, albeit in different ways – House drove Wilson crazy, testing the limits of their friendship day in and day out, but their bonds were just too strong – House drove Cuddy crazy too, sometimes enough to break her, but there was always something between them, a spark, electricity. He knew this must have been killing her. Wilson slowly walked over to her, putting a hand on her shoulder.
"There's nothing you can do… just… take a break, grab a cup of coffee…. You can come visit him later," Wilson said slowly, squeezing her shoulder. Cuddy turned around and embraced him, sobbing quiet tears onto his shoulder.
Cuddy sat in her swivel chair, anxious to get away from the hustle and bustle of the ER, away from House. Her limbs felt numb, like Jell-O, her eyes were dry, and her heart was barely alive. There was nothing more she wanted to do than run away from the hospital and crawl under the covers, never to come out again. She took a deep breath and opened up some paperwork on her desk, only to push it aside again. Her thoughts were on him – only him, and nothing could tear it away. They had spent so much time playing cat and mouse games, always pushing each other to the limits, but never doing anything about the spark of electricity between them. She vowed to herself that if – when he woke up from his coma, that they would try, as hard as it she knew it would be, they would have to try. She had been fighting for him too long – from the infarction, to being shot, to this, and Lisa Cuddy was not a very patient woman. She wanted him, and now she was going to get what she wanted.
Wilson sat in the deserted cafeteria, resting his chin in his hands. An untouched sandwich lay in front of him – he half expected House to walk through the doors and help himself to a half. Despite all of his insensitive and irrational behavior and commentary, House was his best friend, through thick and thin. He had been there for Wilson, bailing him out of jail in the midst of his first divorce, and helping him in the aftermath of his next two divorces. And for House, well Wilson was his only friend, no one having his tolerance and compassion to be able to deal with his crazy antics. Footsteps were heard in the doorway of the cafeteria and Wilson turned, barely making out the shape of Amber.
"I came as soon as I heard…," she said, slowly making her way over to him. Wilson nodded – he needed no words to explain his feelings. She knew.
"Anything I can do to help?" She asked, pulling up a chair next to him and putting a hand on his face, her warm hand sending shivers up and down his spine. He shook his head, kissing her on the cheek.
"You… being here with me," Wilson said, his voice cracking ever so slightly. "It's enough."
The team, along with Cameron and Chase, sat in silence in the differential room. They couldn't wrap their minds around it – House alone on a bus, House in a distressing accident, House… hurt. His leg, although hurt as well had always been a part of him – but his condition now, the cuts, the kidneys, the… coma, was too hard to handle.
"How bad?" Thirteen asked softly.
"Bad," Foreman said simply, putting his head down. House was an arrogant son of a bitch, but one that they all loved.
"How's Wilson?" Kutner asked, swallowing a lump in his throat. He had always had a soft spot for the older doctor – he looked up to him as a mentor of some sorts.
"There's nothing we can do except wait," Taub replied and the team remained silent, lost in their own thoughts.
Despite wanting to hide, Cuddy was the Dean of Medicine – she had to be down in the ER. She took care of what needed to be done, and then swallowed her pride, and headed down to the last place that she really wanted to be. Tears welled up in her eyes as she approached the room, but took a deep breath and stepped inside, her eyes never leaving him as she took a seat. She sat, quietly listening to the beeping of his monitor. She felt so many things, too many things, as she listened to the beeping of the machines – something she would normally find relaxing and comforting, now filled her with nothing but pain and agony.
'Goddamnit, why were you drinking alone at a bar? Why can't you just be happy? Take some anti-depressants or go see a therapist,' But she knew as soon as she thought those things, that if he wasn't the way he was, she wouldn't love him.
Relief flowed through her as she admitted it to herself, after denying it for so long. She had opened a door that had been bursting at the seams for so many years, and now a flood of emotions had poured through that she wasn't sure she could ever close.
'You could have called me. Called Wilson, called your team. They would have come and gotten you.' She said, burying her face in her hands.
"If only you weren't there…"
So I'm sorry it's really short! I hope you liked it though and if you want me to continue or stop please let me know! Thank you!