Heyo! I am super inspired and have created like three stories so far, but this is the one I'm posting. There is major character death (maybe), sad!Wilson, fake!Cuddy, and no!Lucas! Yay!

Another note: The song the lyrics are from, and the song which inspired this story, is called Hum Hallelujah, and it's by Fall Out Boy. Loving them now.

Reviews are love! Share the love, peoples! Or I will beat you with a cane-shaped object! Because I stole it from House, and he's caneless now. Yay!

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House's dreamlike blue eyes stared out into the sea. He was tired of this life and longing to move on. But there was too much keeping him here. At times the pills kept him doen, but since there were no more pills, there was no more down-to-earth House. He began to hum Jeff Buckley's Hallelujah. It described him perfectly. He knew the chords that would calm the beast inside, but the beast wasn't interested in being calmed.

Closing his eyes, he surrendered himself to the music in his head.

Wilson walked into the apartment he and House had stolen from Cuddy. Nice and airy, House had done it in sort of a classy bachelor style that Wilson loved, as much as he loved the man himself. Speaking of whom…

"House!" he called, walking from room to room to find no one. Finally, he came into the bedroom. On the bed was a note.

"Play track 5 on the CD player and you'll understand why I did it."

Did what? Wilson pressed the button on the CD player and moved to track five. Fall Out Boy pumped from the speakers, which James promptly turned down.

I love you in the same way/ As the trouble in the hospital/ One foot in the bedroom/ And one foot out the door…Sometimes we take chances/ Sometimes we take pills…Hallelujah/Hallelujah/ Hallelujah…. As the last strains of the song began to play, tears streamed down Wilson's face.

All the indicators were there. The note, the final song, everything. But where was House? He was nowhere in the house. Where could he be? Cuddy's? Flipping open his phone, he dialed Cuddy.

"Lisa, it's James. Have you seen House?"

"No, I really haven't." Cuddy said, concern showing through her voice. "Why? What's wrong?"

"He left me a suicide note. And a final song."

Cuddy gasped, wiped a tear, and asked, "What song?"

"Hum Hallelujah. Fall Out Boy. Not his normal taste."

"Is it suicide? Could he be joking?"

"Lisa, you know better. He's changed, remember?"

"Not that much."

"We could argue this point forever. I need to find him."

"Could you use some help?"

"Search the hospital. Everywhere. I'll search his haunts."

"Okay. Text you in an hour?"

"Fine."

An hour later, still no House. The piano bar on the corner, the adult bookstore on Maple, the Target Café on Oak.. Nowhere. Wilson was beginning to feel well and truly worried.

Then a text came from Lisa.

W-

Found him. Courtyard. Collapsed. Get over here. Now.

L

Good God, what could he have taken? It could have been anything! They still had his Vicodin in the house, that James had been prescribed for calf pain about two years ago! He could have taken that! He could really have done anything to himself, because Wilson wasn't there to watch over him, to shadow the man he loved more than anything in the world. Sure, it'd been a while since his stay at Mayfield. But anything could happen! What the hell had he been thinking!

"Oh, Gregory. I've let you down. I'm so sorry." he said out loud.

He took the CD from the player by the desk drawer. He would immerse himself in the songs. Each and every one would tell him House's feelings.

On his way to the hospital, James discovered a lot of things. 1: that House had issues with his father as a child (duh) 2: That House loved James. 3: That House needed to express himself. 4: That House loved James. 5: That House loved James. 6: That House hated Cuddy. 7: That House wanted to cry with Michael Jackson, which was odd. 8: That House had haters (Cuddy.) 9: That House wanted James to dance. (which was again, odd) 10: That House hated balloons (which was probably why he hated the song 99 Luftballons).

Finally getting to the hospital, Wilson rushed to Cuddy's office, but not before bumping into Chloe Lassiter, a nurse he had a crush on, on the way.

"Can't talk, Ms. Lassiter. House is in the hospital."

Chloe silently followed him.

House opened his eyes. Hovering over him were the eyes of someone he knew, and the voice of someone he loved dearly.

"Damn you, Greg! Why would you do something like that to me? To Lisa? How is that fair to anyone, least of all your team?"

"Jimmy..."

"Thank God! You're alive! You jackass, how could you do that? You scared us to death!!!"

House got out of the bed to walk to the gentlemen's privy, tripped over a wire, and landed on his tailbone, which promptly cracked.

"Dammit!"

Will House ever walk again? How will Wilson cope with injured House? Is Greg a good patient or a bad patient?

I will put my disclaimer here, so as not to waste valuable time. I OWN NOTHING. I WISH.

Also- If any of my characters are OOC, badly spelled, or unoriginal, please tell me. There will be much more of Ms. Chloe Lassiter (named after my neice!) later. She'll be vital to House's recovery process. See you next time! S.