A/N: This is the last chapter and I really hope you enjoy it and be sure to tell me what you thought! Look out for my next story, which is a rewrite of season 1, episode 11. I believe it will be called 'Detox'. I'm still looking for a beta! Love all of you :)
The next week, House's work paid off. Sitting in his living room were a pair of crutches. He admired them from his spot on the bed. The past week had done a number on his pain levels, but it had been worth it. He didn't have to sit in that cripple wagon anymore and have people stare at him wherever he went. Now, at least when he was sitting down, he looked like a normal guy.
Wilson came in his room after his post-PT nap to rouse him. He had noticed a positive change in his friend this past week. He believed it was because House had a goal, something to look forward to. The PT exercises he had had to inflict on him were bad, and even worse when House cried for him to stop, screamed at him that it was all his fault. But they had gotten through this week. He hoped it would be better now that House was able to get up on his own, get his own meds, breakfast...Wilson was even thinking about moving back to his own house soon; maybe giving his friend some privacy.
"House?" Wilson roused him by shaking his shoulder. His friend moaned tiredly.
"Do you want to try your crutches?" he asked. This got his friend's attention and he opened his eyes. They were a little clearer now. Wilson had been titrating down the morphine dosage as much as possible, though House was still in a considerable amount of pain, especially during exercises.
House nodded, painfully swinging his legs to over the side of the bed. He gestured for Wilson to bring the crutches over, and he obliged. Slowly, House lifted himself up. Vertical now, he tried to take a few paces. Slowly, he made his way to the living room and turned on the TV, switching the channel to one of his beloved soaps. He stood there watching it, keeping his right leg carefully off the ground.
"Do you wanna sit down…?" Wilson asked, smiling gleefully at his friend's achievement.
House shook his head. "I just got up. Why would I want that?"
"Well, don't overexert yourself. You still have a long way to go."
"Thank you, Nurse Wilson."
Wilson smiled and sat next to where House was standing. He assumed that that was the closest he'd ever get to a thanks for all he had done for House these past few months, and it was enough for him. He knew that he would help his friend on the road ahead as much as possible-or as much as House would let him. A sense of calm rode over him, and he felt for the first time since the infarction that everything might just turn out OK.