Here´s the second one, sorry for the delay I have been doing lot of things and couldn t update...and translating is really boring, I hope reviews and feedbacks you know that I appreciate opinions, advice, comments, etc!

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It was 7:30 in the morning and a few hours ago the first rays of light had begun to sneak past the windows surrounding the intensive care unit that was located on the fourth floor of the hospital. Wilson and Cuddy knew that House would wake up at any moment, the anesthesia wouldn´t last much longer, but the thing was... what would they actually supposed to do when this almost terrifying fact happens, I mean, when the man wake up with half of his legs without understanding a thing? They have no clue ... how would the doctor was going to react?, Can they imagine what they should say to his friend? no idea ... for now the only thing about they were quite sure of, was that House was going to blame them, and if this happened they should accept the blame, or at least remain neutral, the only thing they couldn´t do, althought they were dying for doing that, was to say something to the nephrologist like "everything was your fault, all that have happened, because you are an ass, because you have chosen take rat poison instead of come to us, your friends, to ask for help you with your pain, this happened because of your reckless and moronic behavior, we hope now you can learn something, oh and by the way, you lost your leg!" and this was basically the truth, but the truth would not help much to the mourning process that now House will had to do because of the amputated limb, talking with him about the "truth", ´bout his acts and consequences would not help him, it just could completely obstruct the recovering process, what he needed at this moment was people who could be able to take all the reactions from the doctor as "natural" reactions, because of his special situation, people who could confort him, people who could make him feel a worth person, with or without his leg, losing a limb as everybody knows is not an everyday thing and the trauma is more than real, the only thing they could do for him was to contain him, support him, let him know that they cared about him and they always would be there even if he did not want to know anything about them, or about anyone.

The older doctor began to fall within a certain state of consciousness but his eyes were still closed, he was feeling exhausted, his eyelids weighing tons, he was completely fatigued, weak, not even understanding much about what had happened to him or where he was, but an instant memory hit him back to reality, "fuck it hurts, my leg hurts, it´s still there" he thought in a second, instant in which as he always did, he began to slide his hand up her thigh to ensure that his leg was there, 15 cm everything was in order, below, 30 cm his leg was still there, 31 cm, his hand slid down and suddenly collided with the soft mattress of the hospital bed, "It can´t be, it can´t be, my leg, this is a nightmare, no no no, this is not happening!" at that time, he began to be invaded by unrelated thoughts, with a strength he thought he didn't have he suddenly opened his big blue eyes and sat up in the bed, almost out of breath the man violently threw the sheets at his feet, and he saw it, a stump full of bandages was all that was left , he stared at the non-leg with frozen eyes, the unpleasantness of the image was too much, he covered himself with the sheets again to find the scared and worried gaze of Cuddy and Wilson, both standing beside him in the right side of his bed.

-WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME!? – He cried completely scared, his heart beating a mile per minute, he felt he was dying at any time, his blood was burning inside, no sense, nothing fit, what the hell had happened?, He did not understand, he just didn´t remember anything, he just remember being at home playing the piano, and now he was there in a hospital bed without his leg. His watery blue eyes and clashed with his friends´s eyes, looking for an answer he was not able to find by his own, there wasn´t sadness or anger in his eyes, there was just terror, dread, to something he couldn´t represent, something without any meaning or sense, something that was real and was just there in his butchered body, but something with no sense at all ...till a memory came to his mind "I don´t trust them, I trust you", "Dammit, you don´t get it? I want you inside the OR to make sure that those butchers don't cut more muscle than the strictly necessary"

-What did you do to me! – he yelled this time gazing to Cuddy, with his eyes full of terror, grabbing the arms of the woman beside him, he felt his head was about to explode.

-House...I´m so sorry House, I'm...-she said beginning to mourn, covering her mouth with her skinny hand, closing his eyes whilst trying to avoid sobbing, House´s lips retreated as the lips of a new born that´s about to burst into tears, filled with pain at not seeing his mother close, but he wasnt´t a child, he would not mourn, he closed his eyes tightly making his eyebrows forming a join and his forehead wrinkle, he shook his head quickly from side to side trying to calm those senseless thoughts that haunted him –I trusted you, son of a bitch...I fucking trusted you...and you blew it...again- was all the older doctor said before letting his head fall into the pillow and lost his gaze in some point far away from the ceiling.

-I know House, I know...but please, listen to me... this time there was no middle, you were going to die, there was nothing anyone could do for you ... I'm so sorry!- she said feebly, holding the nephrologist hand with hers.

-We know it's hard for you to find the positive side of this now, but House... think that maybe, everything that happened, happened for a reason...maybe this is a second chance for you- Wilson spoke, with his annoyingly sympathetic tone of voice.

-You don´t mean that Wilson...tell me please... you really don´t mean that – House said to Wilson without looking at him in a voice strangely calm.

-Yeah House...I do, I think that this is a second chance for you, a new life, no need to use your cane, with a prosthesis you will be able to walk normally, doing sports, everything you lost after the infarction, but most important ... no pain anymore House...and also...no more pills, never again!- Wilson said with his voice full of hope.

-I liked my canes you know? I could actually walk with them ... they helped, but now, I have no leg, I can´t walk and I feel pain three times more than before, with half legs- House answered his anger increasing...

-You know the ghost sensation is normal and it will disappear in a few weeks you are not going to feel anything, you really must see the positive side, maybe this is a new beginning ...the possibility of starting a normal life- said Wilson without noticing as, the before pale face of House, began to catch fire filled with fury.

-A normal life, A NORMAL LIFE!? NORMAL PEOPLE HAVE NORMAL LIVES , NORMAL PEOPLE HAVE TWO FUCKING LEGS!- he started yelling furious- You really think this is my new beginning Wilson? THIS IS MY NEW BEGINNING AH AH? – he continued shouting whilst sitting up in the bed and violently throwing again the sheets at his feet revealing what was left of his leg, only to find that Wilson's eyes stared motionless not knowing how to react, the nephrologist with a growing anger extended his arm and grabbed abruptily the back of Wilson´s head forcing him to look at the remains of the limb- look at me MOTHERFUCKER! Look what they did to me, you think this is my sunny full of rainbows new beginning?! We should trade places, shouldn´t we? What do you think about that!

-Why not let me be the always concerned oncologist with its tumorous baldy little kids while you become the fucking cripple, the cripple that NOW he's even more DISABLED, why don´t you became the miserable son of a thousand whores who lost a leg, who lived a HELL OF PAIN for over ten years for NOTHING! Why not exchange PLACES, I want you to see my new start from here, you IDIOT! – House continued screaming hysterically throwing down everything in his power, hitting the monitors and taking off abruptily the wires which were monitoring his vitals, his arms were beginning to bleed while he was still moving and yelling like a madman in bed. Wilson grabbed him by the arms and tried to soothe him "calm down calm down House, everything will be fine, please" but it wasn´t enough, when the nephrologist loosened the grip of Wilson with something like a "superhuman strength" due to the adrenaline that began to run throught his body, generated by the extreme fear he felt, he gave a punch in the nose of the oncologist and dropped him literally a few feet from the bed, the oncoloshis stared at both doctors atonished, bleeding like a murdered man in a crime scene. At that moment two male nurses came running and grabbed the doctor to sedate him- C´mon C´mon give me a fucking sedative SO YOU DON´T HAVE TO LISTEN TO ME TELLING YOU HOW YOU FUCKED MY...- the doctor cried looking at Wilson and Cuddy before falling asleep due to the strong sedative, his eyes full with tears, flushed cheeks, a completely crazy gaze , blood curdling.

-I'm fine- said Wilson to Cuddy who helped him up while the nurses covered House´s body with the white hospital sheets- and I have no clue of what the hell are we going to do with him- said Wilson to the atonished dean of medicine who just could run to the bathroom with an uncontrollable nausea.

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