Chapter 10- Truth is Blinding

Disclaimer: I do not own House nor do I own any other characters which may pop up in this chapter. I also apologize that in the last chapter I spelled the disease Goodposture instead of Goodpasture. I figured in case any of you med students caught that. Thanks! Sorry for the misspell.

Wilson carefully opened the door to his best friend's room. House looked like shit. He was in stable condition, but if these treatments didn't work then House wasn't going to make it. Wilson knew that for sure.

His warm brown eyes stared at House's sleeping form. Flashbacks of the recent event kept pouring in to his memory. Doctors were rushing around in a panic when House's heart stopped. Wilson had found his feet unable to move as he watched in horror as House's chest heaved with a great force caused by the defibulator. Wilson faintly remembered Cuddy's warm hand in his as tears ran down her cheeks. It took nearly three minutes to bring him back. If they were wrong with the diagnostics, he would die anyway.

Wilson closed his eyes trying to erase the horrible images as he inched closer to House's bedside. He began to hook up the two medicines to House's IVs.

Wilson leaned down not realizing that his lab coat was brushing House.

"Excuse me, do you mind?"

Wilson looked down at House's ashen face.

"You're awake. How are you feeling?"

House noticed the various emotions in Wilson's eyes.

"I feel like I just died."

Wilson's face set in a grim line.

"You did. It took nearly three minutes to bring you back," he stated matter of fact while getting back to work.

House swallowed hard as he finally realized what Wilson was doing.

"What's wrong with me?"

Wilson continued to add the necessary syringes while he spoke.

"We believe you have Grave's Disease and Goodpasture Syndrome, two very rare diseases. How in God's name you would have gotten both is the real puzzle here."

"Do you think that's what I have?" House inquired.

Wilson shrugged. "Right now, anything's possible."

Wilson double checked his work while a raspy voice spoke.

"Have I ever told you that you're like Jiminy Cricket?"

Wilson blinked several times." You mean because I follow you around while you lie to me?"

House took in a deep breath which Wilson noticed was difficult for him to do.

"No, because you're my conscience, you idiot," his eyes softened before he added, "and because I lie to you."

Wilson smiled at first thinking that House was still joking until he saw the sadness behind the steel blue eyes.

Wilson's hand dropped off of the IV rail and to his side.

"You sick son of a bitch," he seethed.

Wilson backed away from his friend coming to a deadly conclusion.

"Wilson, wait, let me explain," House begged as he reached out his hand.

"Don't touch me," Wilson snapped continuing to back up and heading for the door.

"Where are you going?" House asked.

Wilson's eyes were blazed with a fury House had never seen before.

"To tell the others. They deserve to know the truth, the insane truth that you injected yourself with strains of two deadly diseases for some God awful reason. "

"Don't you want to know the truth, the reason why I did what I did?"

Wilson faced House with a solemn look. "No. You are the only one who cares about reasons like that."

"Wilson," House called perhaps trying to stall his friend. "Who figured out what was wrong with me?"

Wilson debated on not answering, but knew if he didn't he would never hear the end of it.

"Your team did, "he replied without facing House.

House took one deep breath. "Then they're ready," he whispered as he watched his friend leave, possibly never to return.

Well, what do you think? Everyone know what House did, the bad boy? Love your comments.

Next chapter: House confronts the team about his actions and why he did what he did. Ps I changed it a bit so if you get this twice that's why!