I do not own House or any of its characters.

This chapter is slightly shorter than my first one. Sorry about that, but I have a major essay due...tomorrow. But I so wanted to update so I'll caught my chattering and let you read the story...


They both sat down and Wilson put his arm around Cuddy. Both not knowing who was exactly behind all this.

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Word finally came back on House. He had made it out of surgery, though he was in a coma. Wilson let out a sigh of relief though he was still very worried about his friend. The team was trying to get on without House though failing miserably and Cuddy just wondered what had happened.

Wilson got permission to go into House's room to talk to him though he knew that there would be no response. Wilson sat down in a chair besides House's bed and looked at his friend. House had a bandage going all around his head and a ton more in the back of it. He had a cast around his wrist and looked very pale. But Wilson knew that he was still alive by the steady beep of the heart monitor.

"Hey, House," said Wilson, "How you doing," he chuckled, "You'd probably tell me that I care to much and that you were in a hospital for pete's sake. The team is not doing well without you I know you'd be pleased about that. So what happened this time House? Did you install it wrong, the the company install it wrong, did..." Wilson did not want to think about the third option. Who could've done that to House? Well... actually a lot of people, but still.

"Anyway all I know is that you need to get better. You have been in a hospital bed quite a lot these days. I'll find out who, House," said Wilson and he then took something from behind his back, it was a bag of Doritos, and left it on the table, "If you wake up you can have them, okay," he did that partly as a joke and partly as bribing him to wake up, wow he really did want House to be okay, "So House-"

Out of the corner of Wilson's eye he saw Cuddy nervously peer into the window, he walked out to her, "How are you doing, Cuddy?"

"I just hope that House is okay," she saw the look that Wilson gave her and quickly changed her tone, "Well, because he is a very important doctor to this hospital.

Ha! Thought Wilson, "Do you want to talk to him, Cuddy?"

She shook her head not right now, "I just wonder who did this."

Wilson nodded and walked back into the room promising House he'd be back soon than went to Cuddy, he started to think that she... No she wouldn't have.

Then Wilson's pager rang, "Shit I have to go," he looked at House.

Cuddy slightly smiled, "It's okay, I'll tell you if anything new happens."

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So Cuddy wasn't exactly able to stay in the waiting room all day, she was in charge of this hospital. But she told everyone to call her immediately if anything changed with House. She tried to push him out of her thought but he kept reappearing, she wondered who did this? The list was endless.

Then her phone rang and she quickly picked it up expecting it to be about House, but it wasn't, "Hey, babe," came Lucas's voice from the other end.

She let out a breath, "Hey, turns out that House is okay...for now. They were able to get him out of surgery okay. But he's cracked his head open and broken his wrist, now he's in a coma."

"Glad he's still alive," said Lucas in a fake cheery voice, "So what happened," Lucas was so expecting it to be drugs.

"Turns out that he hit his head on the side of the bathtub. His railing that helps him get up was rigged. Who could have done that?"

"Well, he does seem to have a lot of enemies," said Lucas he was one of them and he realized that this was his fault.

"I don't know, babe. I'm just glad that you didn't do anything rash after House and Wilson bought are apartment."

He gulped, "Yeah I let it go, not good to hold a grudge."

"I know. I just hope that he is going to make it."

Lucas heard the care and concern in her voice for him. Suddenly he wished that he wouldn't make it.

"Any way," continued Cuddy, "I have to go now, hospital stuff."

"Ah, yes, the job of watching over faking teenagers and complaining patients," Cuddy chuckled that was true.

"Bye, Cud, love you."

"I love you too," and she hung up.

The smile from her face disappeared when she remembered about House. God, she hoped that he would be okay and then she heard the door open, it was Wilson.

He had a grim expression on his face and Cuddy feared for the worst, "Oh, no," she said softly.

"It's not that," said Wilson looking down at his feet.

"What is it?"

He looked up at her and gave her a cold stare, "I've been thinking..."


Dun, dun, dun. I must leave you off here until tomorrow, what do you think will happen? By the way I want to thank everyone for all of the reviews, alerts and favorite story's I've been getting. Sorry for not being able to reply to all of the reviews I've been busy.