AN: OH NO!!! I LEFT YOU ON A CLIFF- HANGER!!! (well, actually no I didn't cuz I just posted that two minutes before this one… soooo…) OH NO! I ENDED A CHAPTER ON A CLIFF-HANGER!!!! Enjoy!! Please Review! They're supposedly helpful and whatnot to the creative process…

Disclaimer: I don't own them. If anything, they own me.

Cameron, Chase, and Foreman were gathered in Angela's hospital room with me. Angela was unconscious, her heart monitor beeping in the background. We had finally gotten her heart stabilized after what seemed like a lifetime, but was really more like 2 minutes.

"Drugs and alcohol wouldn't send her into cardiac arrest unless she OD'd right in front of us," Foreman, the voice of reason, said.

"Blood and urine tests were clean for drugs, alcohol, and STDs," Chase said.

I looked at him. "Didn't I say to forget about the tests?"

"Well, yea, but I figured if I didn't do them, you'd get pissed and make me do them anyway. I was just covering my ass."

The Brit had a point.

"Grab more urine and blood... do whatever tests you can think of. I'm going to find Wilson."

Everyone leaves. I went to the cafeteria so I could snatch Wilson's sandwich in the cafeteria.

"Got a patient, total babe. Angela Sorrenta. Fainting spells, cardiac arrest, blackouts. No apparent alcohol or drug abuse. Not an STD. What is it?"

"Angela Sorrenta as in your neighbor and musical partner?" Wilson asked, shocked.

It hit me suddenly, "I'm an idiot, heart problem. Well, gotta go! Talk to my posse if you want more info on my platonic status with the patient."

I found my subordinates in the lab doing the tests that I knew they'd think of. So, I handed them a list of one's that I needed, but they wouldn't think of. "While you're at it, check for these, too." I handed them a long list of tests.

"No problem… that'll only take… FOREVER," Chase said, once he got a good look at the impressive amount of tests I had asked them to do.

I made my way back to Angela's room. It was the only place I really wanted to be right then. I entered, quietly. I walked over to her bed and brushed a stray hair from her face.

She relaxed into my touch. Her eyes fluttered open. She saw me and shuts her eyes again. "I'm sorry Dr. House," she said and went back to sleep.

"For what?" I asked, but I didn't get an answer.

Angela's P.O.V.

When I regained consciousness, I was confused. I looked out the window to see that it was dark out, but there was a hint of pink on the horizon.

I gasped when I heard the door open and someone step in, waking me up. "Who's there?"

"It's only me. Cuddy, said I'm either here with you, my patient, of in the clinic. I chose the lesser of two evils."

"Oh, it's just you, Dr. House. Can't you go away?" I didn't want to see him after my embarrassing meltdown earlier.

"Nope. You could pass out or have a seizure at any minute. So, let's chat. [Falsetto voice But, whatever about Dr. House[Regular voice Oh, I haven't the faintest… oo I know!! Why don't you tell me about that time you had sex with that guy! It's such a great story!! And you tell it so well!" House said pretending to engage in 'girl talk'.

"I told you, back in that dressing room, I didn't – I —"

"Everybody lies," House said, cutting me off. "You say you didn't, I say you did. The difference between you and me is that I have a fun test that proves I'm right. So, why lie?" he asked, brandishing an official looking paper.

"I- I didn't lie. That is to say, I didn't want it. It was four years ago—"

"You were at a party, drinking, probably doing drugs, I know the story."

"NO! It wasn't like that!!" I felt the tears beginning to stream down my face, the beginnings of my own personal catharsis. Damn it! why won't he believe that I'm better than that?

"You mean it was all chocolates and flowers? I thought chicks dig that risky sex thing… well, there goes my entire view on the opposite sex."

"No! Please, just let me finish. It was four years ago, before I went away to medical school, before I came here, before anyone but my best friends even knew I could sing. I was running errands for my mom. It was getting late, my dad wasn't home, and her knee was bothering her. So, she sent me to the grocery store." The tears were streaming down my face, freely. "I had just put the cart back and was on my way back to my car, when I was grabbed from behind. He spun me around and jabbed a knife to my neck and said, 'don't make a sound, bitch.' He shoved me into the back seat of my car and forced himself on me. But not before forcing me to take the date rape drug." The images were coming hard and fast and I was sobbing openly. "I just laid there. I didn't try to stop him or anything."

House's mask was cracking and his care was shining through "Oh, Angela, I'm so sorry, but why lie?" he asked, taking one of my hands. It was the closest he was going to come to showing me any actual care. I knew that. It was enough that he was trying.

"Because I spent all these years convincing myself that it didn't happen, that it was only a very bad dream. Saying it out loud would be like admitting that I let it happen. And I couldn't do that, especially after the storm, and my family…" I managed to get out in between body wracking sobs. "Dr. House, if you find out that whatever I have could be fatal if left untreated, I don't want you to treat me. I just want to die." I was having trouble breathing in-between sobs. And I was beginning to get a bit light headed because I started hyperventilating. I tend to do this when I'm extremely tired and emotionally drained. I couldn't breathe which only made the feeling worse. I started to panic. I needed air, but I couldn't stop hyperventilating long enough to get the words out. I leaned forward to try and get better air, but that didn't work.

Then, House kissed me.

AN: Oh, SNAPSKIES!!!!!! What now? As depressing as that last bit was, I tried to end it on a high note?