A/N: I decided to update- because I'm nice and all that jazz.

Disclaimer: Don't own.

This is boring.

This is boring.

Oh! Wow! That is…boring.

Boring.

Booooring.

Boring.

This is boring.

I could write poetry.

'Tis bor- Hey! Flavor of Love is on…I love Pumpkin.

"Dr. House, how ya feeling?" The doctor walked into the room and stood beside his bed with a smile on his face.

Shitty. You?

"I'm Dr. Jones, of course you know that." He chuckled.

Hahahaha! Funny man.

"Well, anyway. You are going to be fine. We're going to extubate you tomorrow just to be sure that the surgery on your lungs went okay. Your concussion might affect you for a few months but that isn't going to be a problem or cause anything abnormal to happen in your life, just a couple of dizzy spells and whatnot.

I am a doctor too jackass.

"Your leg is going to hurt you when you get out of here so we're going to give…wait…you are already on Vicoden so you'll just have to take it as you need it…you know the drill.

We're not in the military, soldier.

"Right, you just get some rest and let the visitors get you candy and stuff for later. Heh."

Yeah you're the next Jim Carrey aren'tcha?

"Bye now." He smiled again and waved his way out of the room.

All by myself…don't wanna be all by myself.

Poetry and singing. Heh.

Remote…remote? Where the hell is the remote? Come on, come on…come ON!

Remote? Ha! There you are. Now…what channel? What channel? Hmm…ooh The Simpsons

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"He's asleep." Wilson stated quietly to Cuddy as they stood outside of House's room watching him.

"That's good. He needs rest." She smiled slightly.

"I can't…why would someone do that?"

"To make him suffer? He witnessed something? He was in the way? I don't know."

"If any of that were true…then who was it? Who did it?"

"James, I don't know and I don't think any of us will ever know."

"I don't believe that." He said stubbornly turning his head so she didn't see the small tear that slid down his cheek.

"Listen," She put her hands on his shoulders, "This is not your fault, House is going to be fine, there is nothing we can do about the person that did this to him and we have to be strong for him."

"We don't have to be strong for him…he doesn't need us."

"Right, but you need to be strong for yourself. You are becoming a shadow of yourself."

"I haven't slept a full night in 2 weeks Cuddy!" He shouted and slammed his hand into the glass making House's eyes open and look outside at the commotion.

"Calm down. This is not your fault you have to realize that."

"I do realize that!" He didn't quiet down, "I do realize that House almost dying because I almost cut him open wasn't my fault."

"Hey! You gave the scalpel to me, Wilson…if anybody cut into him it would have been me! So don't even try to feel sorry for yourself when other people are hurting too. You aren't the only one that feels bad about what happened and you aren't the only one who cares about House. Okay?" The venom in her voice startled Wilson and that fact that she had used his last name made it all the more upsetting for him.

"I…I have to go." He stated quietly walking away with a scowl on his face. She rubbed a hand over her face and walked away from the room.

Cuddy made Wilson mad. Wilson made Cuddy mad. Wilson stayed mad…Cuddy is… regretful? Guilty? At what she said to Wilson and how Wilson countermanded it…Huh. Interesting. Very interesting.

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"I'm sorry." Wilson said for the umpteenth time today, "You have cancer of the blood, Leukemia."

Here come the tears, for the umpteenth time today.

"Thank you Dr. Wilson. I really appreciate having you as a doctor." The woman stated sincerely through her silent tears as she left his office.

"It's no problem. Bye Angela."

"Bye." She smiled sadly and closed the door.

The second she did a knock echoed through the room.

"Come in." He said as he put Angela's folder back in its rightful home.

"Dr. Wilson." Came Cameron's timid voice.

"Dr. Cameron." He said shutting the filing cabinet and looking up at her.

"I…There is a lot of tension with Dr. Cuddy. She seems pretty angry."

"Angry? Huh. Wouldn't know anything about that." He said sarcastically but not enough for Cameron to realize it.

"Well, I just…I thought,"

"You would spare me her terrible wrath since House is usually the one she yells at and you don't want anything horrible to happen to me or anyone else for that matter? You thought it would help everyone? That you're helpful?!" He started to lose his cool again.

"Dr. Wil-"

"Just get out." He said monotonously.

She just stared at him shocked.

"I said get out." He stated calmly but a little louder than before.

She got up from the seat and silently made her way to the door but didn't open it.

"What? Are you deaf? I said LEAVE!"

Her eyes widened even more and she quickly left the room.

His head fell to his hands and he sat still for a moment.

He lifted his head slowly and stared at the door. Finally he lifted himself to his feet and quickly made his way out of his office.

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Do you know the muffin man the muffin man the muffin man? Do you know the muffin man- Holy crap! This is making me go crazy!

Okay. Think of mathy stuff. 2 + 2 4. So if 2 and 2 equal four then four minus 2 equals 2. I'm a freaking genius.

…The two and the four made friends with the three and now they are nine. Nine comes after eight and before ten. Ten is less than eleven…Eleven plus Eleven equals twenty-two and that leads us back to two plus two, which equals-

"HOUSE!"

Wrong. It equals 4. How the hell did you get House?

"I need help. No! I need someone who can't talk. Just listen. Okay?" Wilson stated pulling his chair quickly up to House's bed.

Yes, my Oncologist boy wonder!

"I yelled at Cuddy and Cameron. I don't yell. I just…I lost it. I thought you were going to die. I was so scared House. I just…I needed someone to vent to and I talked to Cuddy. I got angry and started blaming myself. She got pissed and started to yell at me about how I wasn't the only one who cared about you and crap like that.

Crap?

"And you know what? She was right. She was completely right and I was a complete ass and I don't know what to do. I yelled at Cameron because she was being nosey and I just…I can't take it anymore."

Caring for me is equivalent to crap? That's just rude.

"You know something? You are so…damn…" He was tearing up again and he tried to hide it but he didn't want to. "I'm just glad you're okay House." He admitted quietly.

Aww. Don't cry Jimmy.

I hate it when people cry.

Jeez.

"I wish, I wish I could take it back. I wish I could take back what I said to Cuddy. I don't know why I did that."

-It's not a big deal. Well, it is for you…

"Just nod…just let me know you're listening." He stated staring him in the eyes.

House looked at him with an intense gaze. He nodded.

"Thanks." He smiled and grabbed his friend's hand.

Oh come on…don't do that.

"Get better, okay?" He smirked and left the room with a final gracious glance.

-Caring for me is the equivalent of crap?

I still can't get over that…