I'm terribly sorry for the wait whoever's still reading this. I actually had this chapter done a month ago or something but decided to change it. Unfortunately I can't keep this up so I'm gonna rap it up quick. Sorry.

They're selling postcards of the hanging.

House: *COUGH COUGH*...blood?

They're painting the passports brown.

Wilson: House you...you... you have cancer.

The beauty parlour is filled with sailors.

House : Rachel...I gotta tell you something.

The circus is in town.

House : I'm here to...to...live.

Here comes the blind comissioner

House : I'm not gonna be here to tell you what to do.

They've got him in a trance

Cuddy : (After kissing) I...I must go.

One hand is tighed to the tight rope walker The other is in his pants.

House was walking down the hall thinking about...well, god knows what he was thinking about. He could've thinking about the case, he could've been thinking about his cancer or maybe he was thinking about Cuddy. One thing was sure though, when Cuddy came walking down the hall he was definitely thinking of her. He grinned.

"Hey, how're ya?"

"Um...fine thanks." She said confused. It wasn't like him to say those kind of things.

"I wasn't talking to you, I was talking to Patty and Selma." He said keeping exactly he same face as before. Now that was more like House.

"How's the patient coming?" She asked.

"He's dead."

"W...What?" She almost screamed.

"Now that I have your attention, what are you doing saturday night?" He asked.

"Wait a second...the patient is all right, right?" She asked preoccupied. After all he was the president of a very important company and she couldn't afford to be sued by him.

"Yes, yes. As long as he stops masturbasting he should be up and running in a matter of days." House said annoyed.

"Oh, good...wait what? Mastur..."

"Look it's a long story all right? Let's forget our worries for a second and tell me what you're doing saturday night." Cuddy sighed.

"Listen, House I've already told you. That kiss we've hade was a mistake. It was a moment of weakness for me."

"'A moment of weakness for you'? You sound like you're in a soap opera."He said with a little laugh. "How's Rachel?" He asked.

"Oh um... she's fine. And how about..."

"No, he didn't ask. Why?" House said, as if just didn't cut Cuddy off.

"What?" Suddenly, Foreman came running towards Cuddy. "Is there a problem?"

"The patient's dead." Foreman said. Cuddy gasped. "House made the worst call and it killed the patient. We tried to stop him but he did it himself." He started whispering. "I think it would be time to take away his permit to practice medecine."

"What?" Cuddy said. It wasn't referring to the fact to take away House's permit. She was rather referring to...nothing. She was referring to the fact that it was coming near the end.

"What?" This time it was House who came in. He was starting to fall on the floor. He couldn't keep balance.

"House are you alright?" Foreman asked, but he didn't get an answer. House fell on the floor head first. "We need a gurney in here." Foreman yelled as he examined House's head wound.

"Jesus, I didn't realise it was so advanced." Wilson said looking at House's files. "He looked fine but... looking at these I can say that he's...it's terminal." He said looking at Foreman and Cuddy.

"How..." Foreman started after a long moment of silence. "How long?"

"It could be less than twenty-four hours or more than thirty-six."

"Would...would you say it's a good time to say good-bye?" Cuddy said, on the verge of tears. Wilson hesitated.

"It would be good now, yes."

One by one they each went to his room where he lied on his bed. He couldn't move. He couldn't express anything. He was lying there motionless. Foreman walked in.

"House?" He said hesintantly. "Can you hear me?" Foreman could hear a barely audible 'yes'. "House I...I just wanted to say that...I've always seen you as a father to me. You're the one who taught me everything I know." Foreman said, feeling a tear coming. Foreman heard House say.

"Don't...go...you...easy...now...me...on...Gangsta." He whispered. Foreman chuckled. "How's...the...how's...patient...?"

"He's...he's allright thakns to you. Another man saved thanks to you House." He smiled. He quickly stepped out of the room and confronted Wilson. "Where's Cuddy.

"She didn't want to see him like this." He said and walked in. "Hey...House." Wilson said.

"Wil...son."

"Yeah it's me buddy. Don't have to be scared I'm here." He said taking House's hand.

"Wilson...now...go...you...soft...me...wimp." House said. He tried to say 'Don't go soft on me you wimp.' but he just couldn't. "Wilson chuckled.

"I'll try my best." Suddenly Wilson felt House's hand squeeze his hand. And he heard.

"Wilson...I...afraid. Don't...go." He said with a tear in his eyes. They stayed all night speaking of the good old days, until House could speak no more. So he just listened to Wilson. And at dawn the next day. As a new day was coming. House passed away.

god this is a terrible story. As I said before I wanted to wrap this story up fast and get it out of my concsious. This wasn't the ending I wanted to do but... I'm gonna do a epilogue and then it'll be over. I'm espesially very sorry to those who started out liking this story and ended up hating it. I hope they could forgive me some day.