Hey guys! Don't worry, I'm not going to star writing another fic. Not without finishing not even bars of a cell. Speaking of that, next chapter is coming up until Monday. I had a weird dream and I needed to write it down before i go insane. So here it is.
House sat down on his couch and turned the TV on. He was waiting for Wilson to come, so that they could watch the football game. The problem was that Wilson was supposed to get there by 8 o'clock. And now it was almost eleven.
As soon as House went for his phone to call Wilson, someone knocked on the door.
-Use your key Wilson, I'm not getting up.
And the door opened. But it wasn't Wilson. It was Cuddy.
House stood up fast from the couch and went to say something like "get out of my apartment Cuddy'' ,but then he saw Wilson behind her,face full of was also with a face full of tear froze.
-What happened?-House asked Cuddy, completely serious.
She came closer to him and whispered in his ear, as if worried if someone else would hear it. Which seemed stupid to House, since there were only the three of them inside his apartment.
-Wilson was diagnosed with liver cancer.
House felt his own heart stop. No, it couldn't be happening. Not with Wilson. He didn't deserve it. He was such a nice person to everybody and more important than that: his only and best friend.-Tears had formed in House's eyes as well.
Then, Cuddy hold both House's and Wilson's hands and they hugged themselves, on a hug that promised that they were going to be together through everything that happened. Because they were the best of friends.
A/N: I don't know from where did it all come from, but I'm worried. Because when I have dreams like this, they usually come true. I just hope that if Cuddy is coming back, they don't kill Wilson. What could this dream mean?