At first there was just the darkness, and then, then there was something. A slight pressure somewhere on him and a whisper of a sound that he felt he should recognise. He felt calm despite knowing that he shouldn't be, the very thought making his head hurt and then it was him making the noise and then he was with the pain and then the knowledge crashed into him.
The offered ride home, the stopping to pick up food and the blaring of a horn as metal crumpled and body buckled. Wilson? Where was Wilson?
"House? You in there?" a clearer voice from the surrounding hum and buzz of medics doing their job. Female, so not Wilson. He needed to open his eyes, find out what was happening, find him.
"House, you're in the hospital, you need to stay calm, everything's going to be ok." Probably Cuddy he reasoned, few others would bother to offer platitudes to him, even practically unconscious his reputation would prevent most of his colleagues from showing him any warmth.
"We are going to have to take you into surgery, stop the bleeding and fix you up," another squeeze of his forearm. Blurred eyes and hair came into view now, turning his head in desperation to try and catch a glimpse of Wilson, if he was here then he would be too, wouldn't he? He needed him, he loved him
A sharp pinch and all there was was darkness.
