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Hanging up once more, Wilson turned his attention to House as the three waited for the ambulance to arrive. The air was heavy and all eyes were on House.

Guess he stole the attention away again John.

Cuddy anxiously paced back and forth in front of the big glass doors in the Emergency Room. House had only just recently left for home, what could have happened? Did he wreck his bike taking some turn far too fast? Was he run off the road? Did an angry ex-patient finally exact revenge on the annoying son of a bitch? Don't think like that, Lisa...he could really be hurt and then how would you feel, knowing you thought badly about him when whatever happened may not even be his fault. Oh where the hell is the ambulance? He doesn't live that far away, why is it taking so damn long?!

"Dr. Cuddy? The operating room is ready...is there anything else? You look kind of tense...can I get you some water?" The nurse placed her hand comfortingly on Cuddy's arm. It was odd seeing the woman so shaken up when usually she was so pulled together and calm.

"No thank you, I'm fine. Could you please page Dr. Chase for me?"

"Yes ma'am." The nurse hurried off to have the Australian intensivist paged, leaving the Dean to her pacing.

A few moments later the blonde doctor strode up to Cuddy.

"You paged me?"

"Chase...Wilson is on his way in right now...with House. I don't know what happened or how bad it is, but Wilson told me to prep an OR and that House would need stitches. I don't even know if he's conscious. But I do know that if surgery is necessary, he would want you to do it. He trusts you as a doctor, if nothing else. He would kill me if he knew I told you that, but I think you already knew. You're good Chase. House knows that. Do you think you would be able to operate on him if it comes down to it?"

Chase stood, staring at the desperate looking woman before him. Could he operate on House? His BOSS? What if something went wrong? But she said he trusts me...which means she trusts me.

"If you don't do it, the on call surgeon is Randall. You know how sloppy he's been getting...one more screw up and he has to go. We can't afford for his screw up to be on the best doctor we have. House needs you for this Chase...come on." Cuddy tried not to let it show the she was more worried for a friend than the hospitals best doctor. It wouldn't do for Chase to see how much she cared. It would only put more pressure on him.

Biting his lip, Chase nodded.

"I'll do it."

Wilson and Blythe were in the ambulance with House as it sped down the near empty streets on the way to Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital. Wilson hadn't wanted her to go, but she was his mother and had never really tried to make House's life painful. She just didn't realize what she was doing. So, Wilson explained to the paramedics that he was the best friend AND a doctor and that Blythe was his mother, convincing them to allow both adults to ride with House. John stayed home and no one tried to convince him to come. Probably getting drunk and watching football. Wilson bitterly thought upon how uncaring the man was. Shaking his head, he turned his thoughts back to House. The doctor in him knew House would live. However, the best friend in him still worried. He had no idea what would become of the bad leg. If the damage was bad, how well it could recover, would the pain be worse...there was no way to know yet.

"Ungh..." House began to stir, but with an oxygen mask on his face, sounds were muffled. He opened his eyes a crack and saw a familiar brown hair covered head, which was currently buried in his hands. Wilson...forever the worrier. Looking slightly to the left, he saw his mother, crying again. There was more of a painful tinge in his leg than usual. He tried to move his hand. Wilson's head shot up.

"House?"

That painful tinge was getting worse. It morphed from a slight pinch to flaming red tendrils of fiery pain licking across his entire leg, poking and jabbing and tearing and sawing and it just got worse and worse. Writhing in pain finally House threw back his head and let out an almighty yell. Too much! The pain!

"House!" Holding his shoulders down he allowed the medic to adminsiter a syringe full of some pain medicine and continued to hold his shoulders til long after he fell back asleep.

They pulled up to the hospital. Wilson saw Cuddy and Chase coming out to the ambulance to help.

"He needs surgery...I think the legs broken. Cuddy...he yelled...screamed in pain. He didn't even do that with the infarction. He's really hurt."

"It'll all work out James...everything will be ok. What happened?"

Wilson stared after the gurney holding his best friend that was currently being rushed to the OR. He wanted nothing more than to follow it, but he knew he would only be in the way in the operating room. He headed toward the waiting area and filled in Cuddy on the events of the past few hours. Leaving out many details he knew House wouldn't appreciate being shared. A few small tears escaped Cuddy's eyes before she could stop them. Wilson placed an arm across her shoulders.

"I just hope his leg will be ok...I don't think he can handle having even more mobility taken away."

"We should page his team...they'll need to know...that they won't have him to help them on cases for awhile."

Wilson stared at her...how could she be thinking about that now?

"Lisa, don't go all Big Boss Lady on us now...House needs you. No one needs you getting down to business quite yet. Don't you realize your FRIEND is in an operating room, having surgery on the part of him he hates the most? A surgery that could very well make it worse? Don't you get it? How many weeks of physical therapy and pain he'll have to go through all over again? Not to mention, the guy that did it to him is sitting on House's couch right now just hanging out? He has enough people in his life who don't care Cuddy, don't be another name on that list."

Tears streamed down Cuddy's face.

"I know! I know I know I know! But what else can I do? How else do I deal with it? I have to keep busy. I have to do my job. I can't...I can't just sit here and wait..."

Wilson pulled her into his arms. He didn't realize she was just trying to keep her cool...he was just angry and stressed...he gave her an out.

"Well...they need to be paged anyway. Why don't you go find them?"

Nodding, Lisa wiped her eyes and went off to find the two missing ducklings of House's team.

Wilson sat and for what felt like the hundredth time that day, held his head in his hands. Nothing for House was fair. Nothing went right for the man.