"Allison betrayed me" Wilson jumped at his voice a little. "She made fun of me"
"She made fun of you?" No response. "I don't blame her"
"What the heck are you saying? You're supposed to support me, damn it!"
"You deserved it. How many times have you made fun of her? Tell me now, Greg! How many times have you betrayed her? It was about time she did something about it. You can make fun of someone but no one can do it to you. Do you really believe that she loved seeing you playing around with Stacy after knowing what she did to you? Do you think she loved what you had said to her during that date?" Wilson said yelling.
"She looked very normal the day before" Wilson shot him a bad look
"I can't believe what I'm hearing. Well, she was really affected but she's not that stupid to make a scene in front of the hospital's staff" Some moments of silence between them that allowed House to assimilate what was going on.
"Why Chase? Why not Foreman or you?"
"That's something you should ask her. But in my view, I believe she chose Chase because she knew where to hit you and indeed, she hit you." Silence again. "Silence wasn't part of the deal, I confessed, it's about time you start" House took out an envelope from his blazer and gave it to Wilson. "No, you gotta be kidding me"
"I'm not kidding, if that doesn't count as a confession, I don't know what else"
"It's closed"
"That's the point"
"Can I open it?" House shrugged and Wilson opened it carefully and read it. "You've been carrying this letter with yourself since the day she left" House nodded. "Well, House, you are a romantic" Wilson said with a smile. "And one big idiot"
"Yeah, Isabella thinks that too"
"You must read this!!"
"Enough!!"
"No, you are gonna listen to this"
"I'm going home"
"Dear House, with this letter..."
"Stop!" House said while taking the letter away from Wilson. "I can read"
"Then read it"
"I'll see you tomorrow" House said as he approached the door.
"Greg, stop denying your love for her. Let you two love each other. It's healthy"
"See you tomorrow" And House bang shut the door
Allison didn't have to work that evening so she headed home. She needed to think about what her sister told her on the phone. She changed to her pjs and suddenly, there was a knock on the door. She didn't want to see anybody, her head was killing her.
"Hello!" Isabella saluted. Her little daughter was next to her sporting a big smile.
"Hi, hi! I thought you were already heading back to NY. Come in!"
"I couldn't come back without checking on you first"
"Hi sweetie" Allison saluted her niece.
"Hi Aunt Ally!" Anne said and kissed her sweetly. Both sisters took a seat in the sofa while Anne was seated on the floor in from of them playing with some toys that Allison always kept for her.
"She looks so beautiful" Cameron said with a big smile
"She does, she's a very good girl" Isabella said and then focused her eyes on her sister. "Ally" No response, she was too focused on the little girl. "Allison"
"Sorry, you were saying?"
"You've been crying again, haven't you?"
"No, I haven't" Cameron lied but knew her sister was right. "I've been thinking about what you told me on the phone." She paused. "Is it true? Is he feeling that bad?"
"I'm afraid he is. Cuddy is really worried too; she told me when we were talking about the conference. After I left her office, I've found Wilson and we've been talking for a while"
"What did he say?"
"He told me that he's been super unbearable, ruder than ever lately. I can say he hasn't been really hard on me, I'd say he's been "nice", even though, I've seen him very miserable, sad, distant and he seemed not to have slept for days. James has told me that he's been drinking again and taking too much Vicodin but he is watching him closely and will make sure he doesn't make anything stupid"
"If he does something crazy, it'd be my fault and I'd never forgive myself for that" She started to cry again. "Damn the time I started all this, I should have never slept with Chase, I should have never left"
"Allison, if you really don't want that something wrong happens to him, why don't you talk to him?"
"I can't. I don't want to live again the humiliation I went thought during that horrible date"
"Ok, cry your eyes out, stay like this forever" And Cameron cried even loudly. "Ok, I'm sorry, I've been too harsh now" Isabella grabbed her sister and hugged her tightly. "I'm sorry, honey, but I can't think of anything else" Anne was looking at them curiously; she stood up and went next to them.
"Aunt Ally, why crying?" Anne said.
"It's okay, honey, Aunt Ally is okay" Isabella said.
"Aunt Ally, no cry" Anne said and hugged her too.
"Allison, Ally, honey" Isabella said and Ally let go of her. "Look at me, I shouldn't tell you this because I promised James but I hate seeing you like this. Have you looked at yourself? This is not my Allison, my Allison is a happy and energetic girl, very optimistic, I want that Allison back, do you hear me?"
"I'll try" Allison said between sobs. "What shouldn't you tell me?"
"James told me that Greg went to see him after I left" Anne went to have a seat next to her mother. "He told me he had been spying us when Greg and I were talking and that he looked different when he was with me and indeed he looked different"
"What? Why? Why he looked different?"
"He looked different when I told him you were working in the ER"
"Bella!! You promised me you wouldn't tell him"
"I had to. He would have found out sooner or later"
"And you also told him that you were my sister?"
"No" Isabella paused. "When I told him that you were in the ER, I could see hope in his eyes, Allison and James felt it too"
"That doesn't mean a thing"
"He went to see you at the ER. As soon as I left he ran to see you, he saw you but you didn't see him, then he went to see James and showed him something that confirmed that House loves you"
"What was it?"
"I don't know"
"James told you that he said he loved me?"
"No"
"Then it doesn't prove anything"
"He loves you! You love him! Why is it so difficult to say it aloud?!"
In the meantime, Greg House was in his apartment playing his piano, trying to find some courage to read Cameron's resignation letter that rested on top of his piano so tentatively. He was drinking his third glass of scotch and felt as if alcohol didn't do any effect on him because his mind was still very focused on the words of Isabella and Wilson. Maybe they were right, maybe I also deserved to be loved as Isabella said, maybe I also have a heart and I'm able to love at someone, maybe I'm really in love and I don't wanna admit it, maybe she couldn't move on with Chase because she can't forget me, maybe I really need to read that letter, maybe that letter can be the key, maybe.
