Dr. Foreman walked down the hall in silence. He felt as if the world was slowing down. He didn't want House to leave, he didn't want him to move on. Despite the bickering and sometimes racist comments that House would throw at him, Foreman loved House like a brother from another mother.

Foreman approached the door, and looked through the window. Even in a coma, House still had the same disheveled appearance about him. He gripped the door handle tight. He could do this.

Then he remembered how Chase came into the room, tearing up. Foreman squeezed his eyelids shut, and bit his lip. With a final sigh, he opened the door and walked in the room.

He saw that a chair had already been brought over to House's bedside, probably by Chase. "Hey House…" Foreman stated, weakly. He closed his eyes again. He could do this. He had to. It was his last chance to talk to his friend.

He slowly seated himself down in the chair. "You know, I just saw Chase. He looked…pretty upset. We all are, House. We…we really are going to miss you…" Foreman said, slowly shaking his head. He couldn't believe what he was actually saying.

Foreman leaned forward, resting on his haunches. "Remember that time we were looking at that guy's throat on the plasma screen TV? You asked me to steal one for you? Or the time when you wanted me to steal that nice car for you? You were one crazy man, House…" Foreman said, trying to smile. But the muscles in his face would not let him.

"Look, remember how I would always gave these verbal battles with you? I made it seem like I couldn't stand you…and honestly there were times when I couldn't…" he said, looking at the ground.

He turned to look back at House. "But…there are times when…I really did feel like you were a brother to me, House. That sounds really corny but…its true. I mean, we may have different skin colors…different perspectives…but there were times when I could feel it. I know you felt it too. There were times when I-"

Foreman couldn't help it. He could feel a few stray tears leaking down his face. He couldn't do this.

He stood up. "What I'm trying to say is….things are going to be different around here without you. It's going to be too quiet….too…different. Goodbye, House…" Foreman said, walking towards the door.

He turned back to look at his brother from another mother, before walking down the hall.