AN: All House characters belong to David Shore not me. Any medical mistakes belong to wikipedia not me – but tell me if you spot any…enjoy the story…song is 'missing' by evanescence

Takotsubo

She sits on a street corner in New Jersey.

Dressed in shabby-chic clothes worn to death by someone else

On a fold-up stool, playing a portable keyboard on a fold-up stand.

Scuffed shoes tapping out a rhythm

People stop and stare as she plays, but she's oblivious to them

Watching her thin fingers flying over the keys.

She begins to sing, with a strong, clear voice.

Ignoring the sudden tightness in her chest

She sings every day. It's her job.

But today's different. The song is different.

It means something

Please, please forgive me

But I won't be home again

Maybe someday you'll know a girl

And barely conscious you'll say to no one

Isn't something missing?

You wont cry for my absence I know

You forgot me long ago

Am I that unimportant?

An I so insignificant?

Isn't something missing

Isn't someone missing me

Even though I'm the sacrifice

You won't try for me not now

Though I'd die to know you love me

I'm all alone

Isn't someone missing me?

Please, please forgive me

But I wont be home again

I know what you do to yourself

I breathe deep and cry out

Isn't something missing

Isn't someone missing me?

Even though I'm the sacrifice

You wont try for me not now

Though I'd die to know you love me

I'm all alone

Isn't someone missing me?

And if I bleed

I'll bleed

Knowing you don't care

And it –

Suddenly she stops; fingers frozen, mouth unmoving. In a split second, she knows something is terribly wrong and her crowd, apparently do not.

She slides off her chair - not slowly, not gracefully - and falls to the floor trying vainly to draw breath. Her heart thumps in her chest like its going to burst out, and her fingers claw at her throat, as though there is some obstruction there.

Voices sound far away, as though she is underwater. Someone shouts "Call an ambulance!"

After what seems like an eternity, she hears sirens. Through half-closed eyes she sees feet rushing towards her.

Just before she blacks out, she hears one of the paramedics say "Princeton-Plainsboro's nearest. Take her there"

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AN: If anyone knows what the title means, please don't spell it out in your review…or it'll spoil it for everyone else.

Also, this isn't going to be a typical case-type thing. I will put some personal stuff in there as well. House and co. will be in the next chapter…review if you like...

--CBT