My Friend
By: Trivette Lover Heather

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Wilson POV

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"Oh I'm sorry." I apologize as I collide with another person coming off the elevator. As he stepped away, I saw a gun holstered in his hip. He then walked away quickly.

I watched as he headed for Houses office. Unsure what to do I followed, just as I started to walk a gun shot rang out and I suddenly started to run.

I flung open the door, to see House on the ground, the gunman standing over him. What should I do?

"STOP!" I yelled.

He turned only for a moment before turning back, his aim back at my friend. My friend. I had to do something.

Before I knew what I was doing, I lunged at him. We struggled. I was thrown against the glass, as I hit the ground, another shot rang out. My hands suddenly went to my gut, as blood poured out. I saw him turn back, shout something, and take aim once again at my friend. "Stt-o-p" I said again, but this time could not move.

The doors to the office flung open once again. More shots. "St-op…please…"

Then darkness.

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House POV

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Cameron. How pathetic.

"You've been here the whole time?" I said.

Starting to take in what had happened. Cameron had that look as if she wanted to say something, but didn't know how, I can read her like a book.

"What is it?" I said in an annoyed tone. Her eyes looked down. It was serious.

"What?" I said again, this time trying to seem more concerned. Finally, her lips parted…

"Wilson…"

I interrupted. "Yeah where is that little fink, he's my best friend, he should be who I wake up to after being shot…" But she didn't even smirk, I should let her finish.

"He was shot too."

What? My friend. Why? "How did that happen? He wasn't there…"

She looked up. "He came in after the guy, tried to help."

I looked at her, trying to show as little emotion as possible. He was fine. He had to be.

"He's critical…they went in once to get the bullet, but couldn't…they're trying to stabilize him now."

My friend. "Where?" I start to get up.

"House, you can't move…you'll rip your stitches." Are you kidding me? We're not talking about me; we're talking about my friend. I have to be there. Have to see him.

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House, POV

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I had never seen him in a hospital bed before. What should I do?

"What he did was pretty stupid…but it was also pretty damn heroic." Foreman said as he entered behind me.

He must have tried to stop him. "Yeah, I was always the smarter one in the relationship." I tried to make myself feel better, like it was his fault for being stupid and no blame would fall on me at all. But it wasn't gonna happen.

"What happened? I want to know everything. Don't leave out a single detail." I looked right into his eyes, demanding the truth. I took a seat, and solemnly staring at Wilson's face.

Foreman sighed. "The man walked in, shot you. Wilson came running in, yelled for him to stop; he turned to look at him, then turned back and aimed the gun back at you. Then Wilson grabbed him from behind. They fought for a few seconds and he threw Wilson down, shot him as he hit the ground. The guy turned back to you, and just as he fired the second shot, security stormed in and shot him too. It was all so fast, crazy, I'm still in shock myself."

I didn't take my eyes off Wilson the entire explanation. Somehow it didn't matter and I never even needed to ask. All that mattered was that he could die and I can do nothing to stop it.

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