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Hopelessness

"It's Wilson. He's awake. " he paused. He doesn't really know, if he should tell her about Wilson's condition right now. It seemed to him that she already gave up. "Whether you're staying or leaving, at least tell him yourself. He deserves to know that you still care for him." Then he left.

He felt defeated as he went limping towards the elevator. His best friend is dying, and the love of his life is leaving him yet again. He was going to be alone. God you're such an emotional wreck, get a hold of yourself. It's not always about you. This is exactly why Cuddy left you. It seems that his brains are still intact, he thought.

It was at that moment that he finally decided to face the truth. Wilson is dying. Everything else doesn't matter. He will deal with Cuddy later. But right now, his best friend needs him.

There was a commotion at the ICU. Foreman, Chase and Dr. Moretz- Wilson's physician were all there, he can see it from the outside. "What's happening?" he asked the nurse.

"His liver is on the way, but he is suddenly having an intense fever. It looks like he's having a reaction to one of the medicines they gave him, they said he might have an infection. They are all arguing if it is still safe to pursue the transplant.

"You bet your ass it is." he told her, and he went straight into the room.

"Wilson's going to have that surgery the moment that liver reaches PPTH, end of story." He declared as he entered Wilson's room. "Foreman, get out of here now, you have some administrating to do. Chase go with Dr. Moretz and prep for that surgery-".

"House, shut up." Wilson finally interrupted him. "I'm not letting them operate. They filled me in already." He paused, and looked at his friend. "If they operate, then what? I'll have three more months? I'm not letting them waste that liver. I already made the call." He looked fragile and frail. And he is getting weaker by the second.

"You don't understand Wilson. You have no right to give up on life just like that. Cuddy had to cut strings to help you find that liver, and you're denying yourself a chance to live? She-"

"Understands your decision." Cuddy cuts in. "And you must accept that too House" she said, as she enters the room and taps House's shoulders. She urged him to come closer to Wilson's bed.

"How are you feeling?" She asked Wilson.

Wilson was still in shock the moment House mentioned Cuddy's name. Of course Cuddy was there. That's why they found the liver donor so fast. He finally put two and two together. "I'm glad you're here Lisa" he finally managed to speak.

"Me too James, me too" Cuddy squeezed Wilson's hand and sat by his side. She hesitated hugging him, not with all the other doctors in the room. The day she left Princeton, was also the day she lost another friend, seeing him and talking to James Wilson again made her realize how much she misses him. "Are you sure this is what you want?" she asked again, hoping that her friend would change his mind.

Wilson closed his eyes, and uttered "Ye.."

"This is Bullshit! This is all bullshit Lisa and James and you both know it!" House exclaimed - sarcasm intended. "Hell, we all know it. You just can't give up on life Wilson. AM I the only sane person in this room?" He moved back, trying to explain things to Wilson more clearly. "She's offering you a liver, it's on the way. You just have to wait and sit in your sorry ass until that surgery is finished. You have no right to reject that liver, do you hear me? You have no right!" House was getting hysterical, and he slammed his hands on the wall. "I am not going to let you give up Wilson, I am not going to let you leave me, you don't deserve to go first, I do...I do.." he was now facing the wall, attempting to not let all the other doctors see him break down.

"Will you excuse us all for a minute?" she looked at Foreman, Chase and the other doctor. They left the three of them in Wilson's room. Cuddy stood up and went to where House was standing, she took his hands away from the wall, and she embraced him. He hugged her back, holding her so tight, wishing to himself that the embrace wouldn't end.

And then he broke down and cried. "Can't you understand? He's the only one I have left. I can't let him do this to himself. I can't let him leave me." And he said again. "He's the only one I have."

"Hush House" Cuddy whispered as she patted his back. She was trying to hold back her tears as well. Someone has to be the stronger person here. She reminded herself. She's never seen House open up to her like this – sober. Perhaps he has indeed changed. She thought to herself. "Hush" she whispered back, as she continues to pat his back.