Cuddy was grabbing a bottle of water from the refrigerator when she heard her door bell ring. She looked at the clock noticing it was 8:50 pm. Well I guess this is it she thought to herself as she quickly went to get the door and let in Nurse Gina. Cuddy opened the door wide and gave Gina a smile and a nod as she let her into the house.

Cuddy gave her a list (literally it was three pages typed) of instructions about taking care of Rachel even thought she knew that most likely Rachel would sleep through the next hour or two. And was surprised when Gina informed her that she had been paid to stay the whole night. Cuddy told her that she would probably be home before then and quickly grabbed her purse and House's key and was off.

She couldn't believe she was so nervous standing outside Houses apartment. She wondered if she should have worn something different than the running shoes, hugging blue jeans and tight sleeveless top, which she only now seemed to notice how low cut it was. She pulled the shirt up a little to cover her more and gave a loud sigh. She pulled his key out of her pocket and a small smirk covered her lips as she thought about how many more "stunts" she could have pulled if she had the key sooner. She looked at the door, it felt rude not to knock, but then again, House never knocked at work, he would just barge in...but this wasn't work, this was his home. Wilson told me not to knock, just go in. Cuddy slowly put the key in the door and opened it. She had been holding her breath afraid of what she would find until, she realized that he didn't even seem to be here. She took a quite step forward and looked around. The piano caught her eye as she tried to imagine him sitting there playing a song and her smile widened. Then she jumped as she heard a grunt from the bathroom.

"Wilson? Dammit, I told you I'd be fine... just go on your stupid date." House's voice was scratchy and forced as he spoke.

Cuddy swallowed and decided not to answer just yet as she closed his front door and then walked to the bathroom slowly and opened the door. Cuddy's mouth was hanging open at the sight before her. House was laying on the floor in blue jeans and a tee shirt, his back arched up so high that only his neck touch the floor his left leg laid out while his right leg was bent with his right hand digging into the material that was on his aching thigh while his left hand was in a tight white knuckled fist that made every vain in his arm pop up. He was pale and she could see the sweat that covered his arm and face, his teeth were clamped together and his eyes were closed tight as he took sharp breaths through his nose. He hadn't noticed her yet. She could tell that the pain was excruciating as she looked at him and suddenly she realized why Wilson needed her to check up on House. She stood looking at him unable to move and then she saw his back fall down to the floor and he drew in shallow breaths. "House?" Cuddy said softly.

House had just got done riding a terrible wave of pain set on by the spasms in this right thigh when he heard his name, but he knew instantly that it hadn't been Wilson that had said it. His eyes quickly opened and what he saw was one of his worst nightmares. Cuddy looking at him with those sad, pity filled eyes. Anger filled his tired pain ridden body as he looked at her with contempt. "How the hell did you get in?" he was so mad that he was growling.

Cuddy didn't know what to say. He sounded like he was going to kill her, but then again, she knew the last thing he would ever want is for someone, especially her to see him like this. She tried to think of something that he might believe.

House couldn't take it anymore her looking at him like that, so he did the only thing he could do at the moment and turned his face away from her. "It... doesn't matter...(grunt)... just... DAMIT!" House's whole body tensed up again as his back came back off the floor and his eyes closed in pain. "Get Out!" He yelled through gritted teeth.

Cuddy swallowed hard, she couldn't just leave him there like that. "I'm calling an ambulance." She said as she started to get her phone from her purse.

"NOOO!" He yelled with his eyes still closed tight and his back still arched in pain.

"House you need to be at the Hospital! This is too much, trust me." Cuddy's voice was pleading as she looked at him. It was causing her pain just looking at what he was going through.

Houses body went limp against the floor again and he shook his head laughing bitterly. "Yeah tried that, and look at what it got me." He was now looking her straight in the eyes daring her to contradict him.

Cuddy felt a rush of guilt run through her as he stared her down. She looked down and noticed the phone still in her hands and slid it open. "I'm calling, you need help."

"You can call all you want, but I'm not going anywhere, I'll refuse to be taken and then you will have just wasted their and your time. I mean wouldn't it be terrible if someone with a fixable problem like a heart attack died because you were too stubborn to listen to me." House's eyes were fixed on her with a challenging look as he swallowed back the nausia that was trying to over take him.

Cuddy looked back and forth between her phone and his eyes. She wanted to yell at him, but she knew that it wouldn't do any good, he was right. God how I hate it when he's right. Then she noticed him trying to sit up and then suddenly he threw his head into the toilet and started vomiting. Cuddy slowly walked towards him to make sure that he was okay. She noticed that his vomit turned out to be just stomach acid, which meant he hadn't eaten anything today, or that he had already thrown it up earlier.

House spit out the bile that lingered in his mouth and looked up to see Cuddy bent over him. "Didn't I tell you to Get Out?" House looked at her with cold eyes.

As she looked at him she could see the sweat slowly running down his face and knew that if she were going to stay she was going to have to keep her composer together, House wouldn't let her help him if she showed any signs of weakness or sympathy. So she would have to try and use the same banter as she did at work. "Oh yeah, I think you mentioned it, but you know me... I'm just sooo stubborn, so unless your going to throw me out?" Cuddy smiled a evil smirk as she looked him up and down.

House's eyes twinkled just a little bit. "Wow, that's low, even for you!" House exclaimed even though he was smiling.

Cuddy smiled as she looked at him, "Well.."

House cut her off, "And by low, I'm talking about your shirt." His eyes darted from her eyes back down her chest and up again. "Did you wear that specifically for me?" He's voice had become husky and his eyes were boring into her.

She couldn't think of anything more repulsive right now than getting down and dirty with him in so much pain, sweating and trowing up. But she knew he needed this, he need to act like everything was normal. "Yep," she said as she leaned her chest toward him as she whispered in his ear, "I thought I'd sneak in here and ravage you. I have to find some way to make your earn your keep." Cuddy wondered if she had went to far but when she pulled back to see House smiling with a evil grin she knew she had done well.

House had been stunned by Cuddy's action and the way that her breath felt on his ear... it had been intoxicating. She was evil, and he wouldn't have it any other way. He gave her an appreciative grin and then was suddenly reminded of his leg as another spasm hit. He gripped his thigh and tried with all his might not to scream as he slid down to the floor and back into the same dance he had been doing for the last couple of hours, back arched, hand fisted, eyes closed, teeth now biting his lower lip to keep from screaming.

Cuddy moved back a little as he started to battle the pain again. Then she quickly moved forward, she wanted to take his blood pressure. She gently put her fingers on his artery in his neck and saw his eyes open slightly and look at her. She could see the pain burning behind them and they were moist, but she wasn't sure if it was from tears or sweat running in them, he closed them as quickly as he had opened them and she looked at her watch to figure out his blood pressure. As soon as she was done she left her hand there and softly rubbed her thumb on his cold stubbled skin and waited for the pain to subside for a moment. His blood pressure was 240 and she just prayed he didn't have a heart attack. She noticed that his teeth were now cutting into his lip and she swallowed back the soft words of comfort she desperately wanted to say.

When the pain subsided his body just seemed to fall back to the floor and he kept his eyes closed. He was afraid that there might be symathy or pity in her eyes now, so he figured he would lighten things up. "Just can't … keep your ….. hands off me?" He said between shallow breaths.

She looked down at him surprised that he still had a sense of humor in light of what was happening. She smiled slightly and said something that would give him an opening. "It could just be that I'm a Doctor."

House opened his eyes and looked back at her. "Just because play a doctor during sex games doesn't actually mean your a doctor, if that was true I'd be a lone ranger, so I go back to my original theory, you have the hots for me." House said as he wagged his eye brows

Cuddy smiled at him and then noticed him shievering slightly. "Lone Ranger, uh?" She said with one eyebrow cocked.

"I already know what your thinking, and yes, I do have a pair of crotchless leather ch.. ch.. chaps." House said as he shivered again.

Cuddy closed her eyes and tried to shake the image of House in nothing but a cowboy hat and the said crotchless leather chaps from her mind. "Thanks for the image House, but I think that since you are cold at the moment, we might should think about getting you warm."