Finally I've finished this part. I hope it'll be better than the previous one... But, of course, you'll judge it ;-)

"So what exactly has happened?"

"She's overdosed on Loratadinum."

Wilson and Foreman was standing next to Cuddy's bed, talking quietly. She was still unconscious, but stable. Still shocked, they were both looking at her and Chase checking her blood pressure.

"Cuddy? I can't believe. I thought it's House's domain."

"She told me it was an accident. She mixed the packets and mistook it for pain meds."

"Oh God… I thought she's a doctor. Or at last responsible woman."

"She was nervous. You know, she asked me about House. Has he called you?"

"No, he's not here yet."

"She's waking up." Chase turned to them.

Wilson quickly approached her bed.

"Cuddy, can you hear me? Lisa?"

:She moaned quietly, but didn't open her eyes.

"House…" she whispered.

"It's me, Wilson. Lisa, can you hear me?"

"House… Where's House?"

"I don't know, he hasn't come yet. Don't speak."

"Something must have happened… Call him…"

"Okay, but please, don't move."

"Call House. Please!"

Wilson and Foreman exchanged puzzled looks. Foreman went out, taking out his mobile.

"Foreman is calling him. We'll find him, don't worry. It's okay…" Wilson brushed her black her off her face. "It's okay," he repeated.

She finally calmed down. She closed here eyes and sighed deeply.

"Have a rest now. You shouldn't get stressed."

Answer that damn phone… Foreman was standing outside the room, looking at his boss through the glass walls. The situation was, to tell the least, strange. He had never seen Cuddy in such condition, and he had never ever heard her begging to find House. She must've been either really tired or extremely nervous if she mistook the meds. House should have already come back, but there was a chance that he was at home, having a great time with his Vicodin and bourbon. He couldn't understand Cuddy. She had known House for a long time and she should know that anything bad would never happen to him. He was kind of immortal – or had a really well-qualified Guardian Angel. It was just impossible that he didn't believe in God. Someone must protect him, otherwise he had already be dead.

His thoughts were interrupted by a groggy voice.

"What the hell do you want? I've just come home and I want to sleep! I hope it's something important." Yeah, it was definitely House.

Foreman took a deep breath.

"It's Cuddy. She's in the hospital."

"Now? It's 9 pm. I know he's a workaholic, but it's unbelievable. What is she doing there?"

"You don't understand. We admitted her half an hour ago. She's overdosed on some meds."

House couldn't say a word. It was… it was impossible. Not after what he had found out. He suddenly recalled his dream.

He took a deep breath.

"How is she?"

"Stable now. She asked about you..."

"I'll be there in a quarter," he interrupted Foreman and put down the phone.

He rubbed his temples and sat down on the sofa. He had to think… No, he had no time to think. He grabbed his jacked and stormed out of his house.

"He's on the way," Foreman came back and smiled at Cuddy. "He was at home, sleeping."

She sighed.

"I'm an idiot…"

"No, you're not. It was a mistake." Wilson took her hand. "Try to sleep now." She wanted to say something, but Wilson silenced her. "Don't worry, I'll stay with you."

"Thanks," she murmured and closed here eyes.

House appeared fifteen minutes later. He stood outside the room, unsure what to do. Lisa looked exactly like in his dream – weak, defenseless – like a little girl.

Wilson noticed him and went out.

"She has overdosed," he whispered. "But she's okay now, thankfully she called for help."

"It's my fault," House said suddenly.

Wilson looked surprised.

"Your fault? Why? It was an accident, she mistook the meds."

"It was my fault," he repeated and approached her bed. Wilson stayed outside. He didn't want to disturb those two.

House went into her room with hesitation. Cuddy was asleep. Suddenly he felt like an intruder, as if he was violating her right to privacy… Okay, he had ruined it a long time ago.

Trying not to wake her up, he sat down at her side.

"Poor girl," he whispered, taking her by the hand.

She stirred slightly and opened her eyes. When she noticed him, she sighed with relief.

"You idiot, you've scared me to death," said House looking in her eyes, still worried.

Lisa smiled. She had said exactly the same thing when he had come to her place during the storm. She had also kept telling it every time he had done something stupid or risky.

"I love when you call me idiot."

"What else can I say? Dean of Medicine who doesn't know what painkillers look like is really rare these days… Of course, just because my co-workers are not Deans of Medicine, thankfully."

"It was an accident. I just didn't check it."

"I'd never suspect you could do something like that on purpose. High-school girl having fun isn't really the same as Dean of Medicine."

Cuddy's smile suddenly disappeared, as if somebody wiped it away. House realized what he'd said, but it was too late.

"She told you." It was a statement rather than a question.

"Yes," he said, suddenly afraid of looking in her eyes.

She dropped onto the pillows.

"I thought I could trust her," she said with a sad voice. "Apparently I was wrong…"

"No, Lisa, it wasn't like that, don't blame Marie. She was drunk and…"

She interrupted him.

"So you got her drunk and then asked about my secrets. Even better!"

"Lisa, please, let me explain. You don't understand…"

"Get out of here and don't come again," she said, her voice cold and emotionless.

"But…"

"Get out of here!" she shouted.

He hadn't seen her so angry before – and that was his fault. He couldn't do anything about that, so he just stood up and went out.

Cuddy inhaled deeply.

"Don't let him in any more," she said to the nurse. "And shut the blinds."

When the surprised nurse did so, Lisa hid her face in the pillow and, for the first time for years, she started to cry.

House sat down on the chair in the corridor. When the nurse curtained the glass wall, he could just guess what was going on in the room. He plunged himself in thoughts. He thought about Marie. Where was she? What was she doing? Was she thinking about them?

He didn't know how long he had been sitting there. Suddenly somebody walked down the corridor and stopped in front of him.

House raised his head. It was Wilson.

"Still here?" he asked the oncologist.

"Yeah. I wanted to check on Cuddy before going home. Why are you sitting here?"

"I guess I'm persona non grata. She doesn't want to see me."

"But an hour ago…"

"So what?! Just don't ask, it's not your business."

"Have you had an argument?"

"Even if, then what? It's between Cuddy and me and it's not your bloody business!"

"Okay, okay, calm down! I'll just check if she's alright." Wilson raised his hands and went towards Lisa's room.

Trying not to make any noise, he stepped inside. Cuddy was already asleep. When he came closer he noticed tears on her cheeks. She had been crying.

For a while he stood still, not knowing what to think about that. In one moment Lisa begged to find House, and half an hour later she didn't want to see him. What the hell was going on between the two of them?