A/N: Don't own anything. Oh, I do apologize if any of my facts are wrong, I'm not a doctor. Thanks to all the reviewers, and Kim!

"Tox screen was clean House." Cameron said, laying the results on his desk.

"Damn," House swore standing abruptly and limping out of his office into the hall only to be followed by his employees. He paced up and down the corridor, pausing every so often to rub his leg, which had been hurting more then usual.

"What would I do if this was a regular patient?" House asked after swallowing two Vicodin pills. He needed to act normal, and with Wilson being the patient-- that was difficult, he tried not to get to know the patients. His team members were silent for a few moments.

"It's okay," House said sardonically, "It's not as if someone's life depends on it."

"You'd make us check his house, and wherever he'd been recently." Chase said finally. "For metals, and things the tox screen can't find." House nodded.

"What else? What would we do if it was just someone we didn't know? Not Wilson, just a regular guy."

"Perform an EKG." Cameron suggested.

"Have him do a Stress Test." Foreman added.

"Alright." House said, "Three options, three of you people. Foreman and Chase do the Stress Test and the EKG. Cameron, go ask Wilson for the room key to the hotel he calls home."

Cameron glared, Why me? Her expression screamed. If that had been a normal patient, what would House have done? He would've sent Cameron to the young, handsome man's hotel room, and she would've gone without complaint, but Wilson was different. Like it or not, they were all connected to House and therefore connected to Wilson.

"C'mon, I'll even ask him for you," House said, still smirking.

"Fine," Cameron hissed. "Let's go."

Cameron pushed violently on the button for the elevator, clearly upset about making this trip. House simply rolled his eyes at her back; this would be more embarrassing for Wilson than it would be for her. And that's why it will be so much fun! House thought gleefully following Cameron to Wilson's room.

"Hey Wilson!" House called as he entered the room, "Wilson!" he called again when there was no answer, then glanced at the heart monitor, to his relief the monitor's beep was steady. Wilson was just fast asleep. He reached out with his cane and poked Wilson in the ribs, "Wake up Wilson!"

"Don't do that!" Cameron chided, she walked closer to the bed, placed a hand on his shoulder and gently shook him. Wilson eyes opened.

"What now, House?" he muttered groggily.

"Cameron needs your room key; she gets to search your room." House grinned evilly, "Don't worry, if she finds anything dirty she won't tell."

Wilson ignored House and looked at Cameron, "In the front pocket of my bag, over there." He pointed to the corner of the room and Cameron walked over, took the key and exited the room.

"Now for the fun part!" House announced, lowering himself into the chair beside Wilson's bed.

"What fun part?" Wilson questioned suspiciously.

"Where were you before you showed up at my apartment? Which bar exactly?" House asked.

"Um… the one we're usually at together… it's two blocks from your apartment. I don't remember the name." Wilson replied, worriedly.

"Right." House paused, "You walked two blocks while having a heart attack?"

Wilson nodded.

"Why didn't you just call 911?" House asked, knowing the answer already; a secret Wilson kept quiet

"I don't like strange doctors." Wilson replied, laughing at the irony of his sentence.

"Oh, good choice coming to me then, because I'm not strange or a doctor." House said shaking his head.

"No, you're definitely both." Wilson said, though clearly, he wasn't finished. He mumbled the last part, but House caught it anyway, "But you're also my friend."

House ignored Wilson's comment, "Right. What were you drinking?"

"Beer, lots of beer." Wilson answered.

"Damn." House swore, the beer would be gone by now, so he couldn't check if that was contaminated, "Why can't you drink something that isn't as popular?"

"Like what?" Wilson asked.

"Something non-alcoholic, like Coke, that would make it much easier to test." House informed him. "Because, unlike beer, the same Coke will still be there."

"Sorry?" Wilson offered.

"Yeah, yeah." House said, standing to leave. "Oh, Foreman and Chase have to have you do a Stress Test, and an EKG. Just in case you weren't poisoned." And with that last comment, House was out of the room and on his way to the hospital's front door.

Cuddy ambushed him just before he stepped outside. "Dr. House, you're twenty minutes late for clinic duty."

"Sorry, was with a patient." House apologized, not meaning it at all.

"House, watching General Hospital with Wilson in his room does not mean you're with a patient."

"Sure it does." House argued. "Wilson's a patient, my patient, and I was with him. I was with a patient." He explained, and then added, "Besides, General Hospital's not on for another hour."

"House, clinic." Cuddy pointed in the direction of exam room one.

"Okay, okay!" House said exasperated, and limped off to the exam room.

Twenty or so, pointless cases later House walked to the front doors of the hospital, where Cuddy was talking to an elderly looking man. "Can I go now?" House asked, like a five-year-old asking his mother to go outside. Cuddy excused herself, to answer House.

"Yes. You have ONE hour House, then you better be back here." Cuddy warned.

"Yes Mum!" House called back as he walked out into the parking lot, and got onto his motorcycle.

An hour and a half later, House returned and again, Cuddy was there. This time, no patients were around. This time, it looked as though she had been waiting for him. Though, unlike their conversation before, which had been light-hearted, House saw that Cuddy was pacing and running her hands through her hair.

"Don't you let me do anything by myself?" he asked, trying to lighten the mood, while being himself.

"Don't start House." Cuddy answered seriously, "Wilson's having another-"

House was already banging at the elevator button, in hopes that this would make the elevator come faster; when at last it did arrive House ran in, not giving time for the people who were trying to leave get out.

He mashed the button indicating the floor Wilson's room was on, scowling when the elevator wouldn't travel any faster. The doors slid open and he abandoned his cane, using the wall to run as quickly as possible to Wilson's bedside.

Foreman and Chase were both in the room and trying to hold Wilson still. "Dr. Wilson, you need to stay calm."

House was frozen; he was staring at the heart monitor, beeping too rapidly, tachycardia. He assumed that this had been going on for awhile as Wilson was covered in sweat and thrashing in pain. "Get him ativan now!" House yelled.

House watched Chase prepare the drug, and just before he could inject it, Wilson stopped struggling, and fell backwards limp.

Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep

The one drawn-out beep of the heart monitor drew House's attention back to it. It could mean only one thing, and House confirmed this with his glance, Wilson was flat lining.