Chapter 4
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House tossed and turned. God, the nightmares were horrible. Blood was everywhere. Too much blood to survive.
House shot up in his bed vomiting. Sweat dripped off of his aching head. Fever….infection. He looked down at his arm where the blood was oozing all over his pristine sheets. Shit.
He knew he had forgotten something. House tried to move but found that his legs had failed him. Again.
He made a loud thump as he landed on the floor. A soft moan escaped his lips as he tried his best to stand up. The entire room was spinning. Who thought a small gash could cause so much damage?
House limped off to the bathroom. He reached into the medicine cabinet spilling the entire contents into his sink. With shaky hands he reached in the dark to try and find some antiseptics and gauze. Can't wake Cuddy.
House looked in her direction. Want to.
A stabbing pain overcame his leg. It was suppose to be his arm, not his leg that was killing him. Never the way is it supposed to be.
House slid onto the floor in the bathroom, his hands full of gauze and cleaner.
He opened the bottle but due to the loss of blood, his grasp slipped spilling the cleaner over the floor. The smell of rubbing alcohol filled the air stinging his nose and bringing tears to his eyes. The faint light of dawn was seen coming through the window across the room. House blue eyes became memorized by it. It is so beautiful… feel .so tired. .
He began to drift.
Cuddy heard something fall. Maybe it was the fact that she was a light sleeper that she heard it or something told her something wasn't right.
She sat up stretching stiffly and began to investigate. There was not a light on anywhere. She peered in the kitchen. Nothing. She peered in the bathroom. Oh my God.
Cuddy bent down and grabbed his arm to check for a pulse. It was there, but House appeared to be unconscious.
"House? Wake up." Please wake up.
House stirred briefly. His blue eyes saw Cuddy's.
"I forgot you were here." He whispered.
"It'll be OK." She raided the sink for any other cleaner that may have been overlooked and found a new bottle of iodine. She quickly began to rub it on his skin. It burned. She knew it. House didn't scream, but pulled back sharply. His eyes looked cold and more awake. Bastard. What did you do to yourself?
She began to swipe away at the blood on his arm gently and bandaged it up. The wound was a lot less severe than initially thought of. He must have been bleeding for hours though for him to be like this. Why? Is it that bad?
House looked into her eyes. I can't explain myself to you or anyone.
She held his hand tightly. House started to pull away from her. I need to get away from you.
Cuddy held on tighter. I'm not leaving.
House gave up quickly in his weakened state.
His eyes looked so forlorn. Cuddy felt the tears drifting away from her, rolling down her soft cheeks.
House slid further onto the bathroom floor trying to find a place free from the smell of the alcohol, but it was impossible.
Cuddy's small hands, gentle hands continued to hold on. I'm not letting go.
Their eyes locked.
Don't let go.
House drifted off to sleep.
Please review! Hope you all like so far. I am trying to keep in character but allowing their thoughts to be heard. Everyone hides their thoughts at times don't they, even House.