Sorry its been a very long time in getting this next chapter written. Have been extremely busy. Anyways hope to update soon after this one.
Usual disclaimers apply.
House loses it….
House smiled when he realised the next day that he was now back with his man. He awoke to the smell of coffee and a blanket laid over him.
Wilson sighed as he brought in the two cups of coffee
"Morning" House said as he watched Wilson
"Morning."
Before they were about to converse some more, there was a loud knock on the door.
Wilson mumbled and went to the door
"Can I help?" Wilson said to the officer at the door
"Sure, are you Dr James Wilson?"
"Yes"
"Please come with me,"
"But why?"
"You are under arrest for the murder of….."
"WHAT?!!!!" Shouted House
"I suggest you both come with me"
House followed them out of the door
He then heard shots
Down went Wilson.
Down went the officer who just managed to get on his radio…
House saw blood and called out to Wilson, but as he did darkness fell over him as the cold pavement met his head.
The next thing that House knew was the sound of Cuddy's voice as he woke up in the ward.
"Hey House" she said holding his hand
He mumbled
"Its okay, you were shot you've been hit in the leg and been out cold for a couple of days"
"Wilson?" he whispered
"He's being taken care of"
Tears ran down Houses face, he could tell Cuddy wasn't telling him anything. He had seen blood by Wilson's head. Being taken care of meant intensive care, was he about to lose the man he loved?
She brushed his tears away and realised that however much she tried she couldn't protect House from the news about Wilson.
Later on House was more awake and alert and being the usual towards the nurses.
Cuddy smiled as she walked in holding a fax
"What's that Cuddles?"
"I need you to tell me what happened"
"Did the cop not survive?"
"Cop?"
"Yeah the one who tried to arrest Wilson for Stacy's murder"
"There was no cop there House"
"Look why else would Wilson go out into the street in his pj's?" he said angrily
"Calm down House, you'll be ill."
He felt sick, why hadn't he realised it was a con, why didn't he pull Wilson back?
These thoughts tormented him as he read the fax that Cuddy had received from the police.
"There was a cop there Cuddy, I am not lying"
"Can you remember what he looked like?" she said concerned
House struggled.
He then started having flashbacks but still nothing.
The room started spinning as he then had a fit. When he awoke, he was restrained, and he saw Cuddy nursing a cut to her face.
