House listened as his footsteps got farther and farther away. He listened as his heart renched he felt weak, he felt alone, he fell. His cane clattered to the floor his knees crumbled sending to the ground. He leaned forward arms wrapping around him self clutching at the shoulders of his shirt. His forehead rested on the carpet tears streaming from his icy blue eyes he opened his mouth in a silent scream. He gasped for air a moan rumbled past his throat as he shivered.

Cuddy hugged Wilson and asked before she let him go "did he talk to you?" Wilson looked at her a small smile on his boyish features "he tried" he replied. She watched him leave a smile on her face. As the doors closed behind him her pager went off she looked down at the little green screen HOUSE her stomach sank as she recalled what Wilson had said she turned and dashed out the lobby.

House had barely managed to page Cuddy, before he crumbled again. He sank into the darkness of his mind. He was slowly pulled out of his broken mind by the fell of delicate hands on his back. He opened his eyes to see her, his angel, his anchor, he wrapped his arms around her waist and buried his face into her stomach. He cried loud and hard into her delicate frame.

Cuddy listened to House as he cried, one hand petted his head while the other rubbed his quaking back. She had never thought he would brake down so hard, she never thought she would see him so human. She felt like a mother right then, holding a distraught child on her lap. Slowly his harsh sobs became dry and quiet. Cuddy pulled him into a sitting position and noticed with some distress that his right leg was folded under him she winced as he put wait on it but he didn't seem to notice. She shifted over closer to him and cupped his face in her hands she lifted his face so she could see into his eyes, they where red rimmed from his crying. But what really distressed her was that the amazing life filled blue eyes had lost their shine. The eyes that once looked at her with unrivaled intelligence now looked at her dull and lifeless. She pulled him into a bone crushing hug and shed a few tears of her own.

House let her help him up to his feet his hand holding the cane limply, there was no doubt in what little part of his brain that was still functioning that he would be extremely sore tomorrow when he would actually feel the leg again. He fallowed her quietly as she lead him out on of the many discreet exits of the building and to her car. He watched her the whole time, he'd have been willing himself not to cry if he had any more tears to shed. He closed his eyes and lade his head back against the head rest. He fell into a quiet sleep full of dark thoughts and even darker dreams.

TBC