How Do I Go On?

Wilson could get lost if he thought House was going to answer the phone now, he had had to cancel their dinner reservation for no other reason than Wilson couldn't be bothered to show up. When he got home, House was going to hurt him so bad.

The answer phone came on and House heard Cameron's voice.

"House, you have to come to the hospital now. It's urgent. Damn it, House, pick up your fucking phone!"

House decided it must be urgent if Cameron sounded on the verge of tears and was swearing so badly. Picking up the phone he said, rather rudely;

"What do you want Cameron?"

He heard a sob on the other end of the phone.

"House, I--"

"What?"

"House, I-- I don't know how to tell you this but--"

"Well, spitting it out would be a good start and hurry up, I have an oncoligist's brutal murder to plan."

"House, Wilson's dead. He was in a car accident, there was nothing anyone could do."

"You do know that if this is a joke, I'm going to fire you, don't you?"

"I wish it were a joke. I'm so sorry."

Cameron started to cry uncontrollably after the phone went dead.

"Hey come on, Cameron. It'll be OK." Chase tried to comfort her.

"It won't. Working here will never be the same again. This hospital will never be the same."

House limped as fast as he could into the ER. One of the first people he saw was a grief-stricken Cuddy, he walked straight up to her.

"Where is he?"

"Room 11." She managed between sobs.

Reaching room 11 seemed like a 10 mile hike for House. And yet when he reached the door, he couldn't go in. He was afraid. He, Gregory House, supposedly incapable of human emotion was too scared to even look upon his best friends limp form. As he persuaded himself go enter, still with his eyes shut, dread and grief filled his body.

He opened his eyes.

He walked over to his best, and only, friend's side and sat down.

A sole tear slid down his cheek as he took Wilson's hand into his own.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I was angry, I wanted you to suffer for being so late. I didn't know. I'm so sorry."

More tears escaped his eyes.

"Why? Why did you leave me? I'm alone. No one knows me anymore, no one's left to care. Oh James, please come back, I'm scared. You thought I liked solitude, I didn't. I'm scared of being alone. Don't go. I need you."

He laid his head on Wilson's chest and immediately drew back again, terrified. Terrified because his chest was still, no rising and falling. Wilson was truly gone.

"I love you."

He held Wilson's hand to his cheek and wailed.

"How do I go on without you?"