She might be dead because of me, and all because I love her. She got shot, and I have not even a scratch on me. I slowly moved my fingers to her neck, and much to my surprise she had a pulse. It was faint but there! I grabbed my jacket off the floor and applied pressure to her head, and then Wilson came running in, he looked absolutely panicked.

"Go get help!" He nodded and ran off. Within seconds about half a dozen doctors and nurses ran into my office. They pushed me away and loaded Cuddy on to a stretcher. Wilson came up to me with tears in his eyes.

" What the hell happened?" I shook my head.

" A man whose wife I treated shot her." He looked confused.

" Why did he shoot her not you?"

" He said that because I took away something he loved, he wanted to take away something that I loved." Wilson had no expression on his face. This was unbelieveable. There was somewhere else I needed to be right now.

Sitting in the OR observation room was hard. I could see everything that was going on but I couldn't do anything. After a three hour surgery she was taken to ICU, where I got a good look at her file. The surgeons had removed the bullet, but she had a major brain bleed, and her brain was severely swollen. And according to this, I am to be her attending doctor if I am able. Her previous doctor gave her only a 25% chance of making a recovery, and has given her family a week to decide if they want to continue life's support . Now I needed to see her.

She looked exactly like herself, she looked at peace. All was normal except for her breathing tube and the lifes support machines. I pulled a chair up to her bed, and took her hand, and all of my emotion just came running out.

" I'm sorry, you were right, people who get close to me do get hurt." I placed a kiss on her forehead, but I was interrupted.

" What are you doing?" I turned to see her standing in the corner.

" Cuddy?" She nodded. This was confusing.

" But, you're laying right here, how?" She shook her head.

" I don't know, all I know is that I was shot, but why? Everyone keeps saying you were there." There is really no point in lying.

" I was, you were shot in my office, by a former patient's husband." She shook her head.

" Why did he shoot me?"

" He shot you because his wife died under my care, and he said since I took away someone he loved he wanted to take away someone that I loved. Do you remember?" She looked straight at me.

" You can't decide who you love." I nodded.

" That was one of the last things that we said to each other."

"You do know that no one else can see me, right?" That's when it hit me.

" You don't know everything that I do, so you are not a dream or a hallucination. I must be imagining this." She walked towards me and placed her hand on my shoulder.

" I'm really here House, believe it." There's no way.

" House, who are you talking to?" I turned towards the door, it was Wilson. I turned around, but Cuddy was gone.

" I just saw Cuddy." Wilson shook his head in confusion.

"What do you mean?"

" I just saw her standing here, I just had a conversation with her." Then his doctoring kicked in.

" Any other mental problems, any drugs, any Vicodin?" I shook my head.

" Nothing."

" House maybe it's PTSD, you just saw the woman you love get shot right in front of you." I nodded.

" Maybe, I think I am going to lie down for a while, call me if anything happens." He nodded, I picked up the file and headed to my office. Maybe Wilson was right, maybe it was PTSD, but one thing is for sure, I wish it was real. If being crazy is what it takes to see her, maybe it's worth it, I know it is.