So this is the last chapter of my story. Finally! I'm thinking of making a short sequel of Wilson's recovery and everything. Maybe a one shot or something. I hope everyone enjoyed. The hardest part was figuring out how they would beat Patrick and David. Hope I did that well lol.
House continued to pace back and forth as Cuddy spoke to the police. That was the least of House's worries though. House was more worried about Wilson, who he knew hadn't woken up yet. It terrified House to think that his friend might stay in a coma and this would be the end of things for him. House wouldn't accept that, he couldn't. House knew that things had been rough between he and Wilson, but he didn't want to admit it. What if the last thing he told his friend was 'drop dead?' It wasn't like Wilson ever really listened to him, was it?
House continued to pace back and forth and Cuddy was off the phone with the police. "They are trying to locate his mother," she explained, "We need to do something, and fast," she said growing impatient.
House knew that much, he wasn't sure what they would be able to do exactly. If they didn't find the Mom, the son wouldn't live, if they took a chance and used his father's bone marrow, things could be disastrous. House knew they only had one choice, "We have to try and get out of here," House said to Cuddy.
"House, we don't even know about Wilson yet," she told him, "We can't just leave him with these crazy lunatics,"
House sighed and nodded, he knew that they didn't have a choice.
"I don't know about you guys, but I want to save the kid," Kutner said suddenly. House turned to look at him. He knew that Kutner was trying his 'standing up to House' routine. This wasn't the time or place to do that.
"So do I, but I'd rather get out of here if we have the chance," House said being completely honest with him.
"The kid did nothing wrong," Cameron said to House folding her arms. "I say we stay and save him, no matter what it takes," she said. "Patrick didn't mean to shoot anyone, he was acting out of rage, and who could blame him after everyone gave him a hard time at the other hospitals," she said looking into House's eyes.
House closed his eyes and tried to ignore her, he sat down when a sudden rush of pain hit him. His leg was definitely getting much worse, he had to get his hands on some pills and soon, he bit his lip hoping none of them noticed. "Fine, if you all want to play the heros," he muttered.
"The kid is sweet House," Cameron said, "If you just spoke to him you'd know that, he doesn't want any of this to be happening," she told him.
House sighed, "Fine, the kid is a good kid," he said sarcastically. He looked at Cuddy, "Tell the police to keep trying to find her," he said. "In the meantime, I need to visit a sick friend," he said.
House started to get up and he was trying to walk towards Wilson's room but he collapsed and cried out in pain. "Damit!" he said angrily. He was sick of being in pain like this, and he was sick of the others watching. Cameron raced over to him and so did Patrick. Patrick had been in the other room talking things over with David.
"What the hell is going on? Where do you think your going?" Patrick asked House.
"I'm going to see my friend, try and stop me," House said angrily getting into Patricks face.
Patrick pointed the gun at House's head, "Damit, didn't I tell you that your not going anywhere!?" he asked getting very upset now.
"Look, there's nothing we can do until the cops find your wife," House said "If they do, and she's a match, we can save your son, if she's not, then we have to keep looking for donors," he said. "I want to see my friend and your going to let me because there's nothing I can do now for your son. My team is already looking up possible donors so while they do that I'm taking a break," he said.
Patrick sighed, "Forget it," he said angrily, "Take a seat, or you'll have another one of your friends shot," he said waving the gun towards House's team.
House grew furious now. Not only did they have Wilson in the hospital with internal injuries, Patrick was starting to threaten the rest of his team again as well. House was tired of Patrick being the big man with the gun. David was over there now as well holding his gun at them.
House looked over at Kutner who raised his eye brows. He was getting an idea, though it wasn't a very smart one. House started to limp towards the pharmacy which had nobody in it.
"Where are you going now?" Patrick asked angrily.
House wasn't doing very well on his one leg, he was barely using his other one at all but he didn't care, it was time to put a stop to this and he had an idea. "I'm getting drugs so I can think," he said "Can you at least let me do that?"
Patrick sighed, "Fine," House was really getting on his nerves and he was tired of arguing it.
Kutner went over with House to hold him up and support him as he leaned against the counter. "Kutner…." He said, "Hand me the Vicodin, you know, the one I usually take so I can put my leg to sleep," he said winking at him. "You know, so I can stop the pain…" he muttered.
Kutner winked back at House and nodded, "Right," he said. Kutner reached towards the area where the Vicodin would be.
"Wait a minute," Patrick said turning to Cuddy; "I thought you said the pharmacy was out of Vicodin," he looked angrily at Cuddy for a minute. Cuddy didn't say anything, she knew what House was up to. David glared at her also.
"She's right," House said grabbing the sedative from Kutner, "I had to use something else instead," he said shrugging. He had the sedative in his pocket and was filling the syringe so that Patrick or David didn't notice.
"Take your hands out of your pocket," Patrick said angrily. "Do it, now!" he ordered and House slowly took his hand out. "See? I have nothing," he said shrugging.
"Yeah, right, let me see what it is," Patrick said getting the suspicion that House and Kutner were up to something.
"Sure thing," House said and took out the needle and stabbed Patrick in the neck with it. Patrick stared at House wide eyed and he fell to the ground. David ran over towards House and Kutner stabbed David in the neck as well.
"What the hell did you do!?" Cuddy asked as she saw them hit the floor. She wasn't angry, she was surprised at such a bold attempt.
"Knocked them out for a good couple of hours," House said taking the gun from Patrick. He suddenly nearly collapsed on the ground and Cuddy caught him and held him up. He handed Taub the gun as he came over.
"As far as the police know, we're still hostages, they won't give us anything we need if they think we're freed," House said to his teams.
"So I guess that means we're going to save a kid," Cameron said smiling a little.
"I figure, what the hell," House said shrugging, "It's not the kids fault we're here with these lunatics, take them into his sons room and tie them to the bed," House said. "That way he can at least be with his kid when he wakes up," he muttered.
Cuddy stared at House surprised, "You show no compassion to regular patients, but when it comes to a criminal mastermind, you give him what he wants?"
House shook his head, "This is no criminal mastermind," he said, "I'll pick and choose who I be nice to, this kid, may only have a hours left if we don't find a match and soon, I figure at least let Patrick see him before he's hauled to prison," he said.
"What about you? What will you do?" Kutner asked.
"I'm going to see a friend," he said. House let go of Cuddy but then flinched. He realized he couldn't walk without help and he cussed under his breath about it.
Cameron who disappeared for a second came back with a wheel chair, "Here," she said to
House, "At least you can use it now until you get your pills," she shrugged wishing he didn't need the pills. He nodded and thanked her silently. "Keep these guys on guard, like I said, we don't tell the police anything until we save the kid." House said and the others nodded looking surprised that House cared what happened to the kid.
House went into Wilson's room almost afraid of what he would see. Wilson was hooked up to monitors, a lot of them. He saw the regular heart monitors and then he also saw the IV coming out of Wilson's arm. House sighed and wheeled himself over to his friend.
House sighed staring at his friend lying in the bed, "James…" House whispered. He looked over at the monitors and was relieved to see everything beeping like normal, the way it should be. "James, we got them," House said, "Kutner and I, we gave Patrick and David sedatives," House told him. "You would have been proud," House smiled a bit. "I wish you saw it," he said.
House took a breath, "We need you back with us," he said. "We're going to save the kid. We're not telling the cops we're free," House explained, "We need your help. We need help finding a match," he told him. "I wish you'd wake up so you can join us," he said knowing that might not do anything to wake him.
House lifted Wilson's shirt for a moment and cringed when he saw the huge scar on his chest. "We're in for a bumpy ride buddy, I hope your up for it," House said knowing that Wilson's recovery was going to be a long one.
House was about to turn and leave when he heard a groan. He quickly wheeled back to his friends bed and got his flashlight, "Jimmy?" he asked hopefully shining the light in his friends eyes.
"Ugh, would you mind getting the light out of my eyes? I have a hugh headache," Wilson muttered.
House was so relieved he wanted to burst into tears, but that wasn't his style so he acted professional but was smiling about it. "Good morning to you too sunshine," House said using his normal sarcastic remark. "How do you feel?" he asked.
"Outside of feeling like I've been run over by a bus…not to bad," Wilson flinching as the light kept coming to his eyes, "I must have a migraine," he muttered. "What happened?"
"You don't remember?" House asked looking worried.
Wilson rolled his eyes, "Remember being shot? Of course I do, I meant, what happened with the surgery, will I…be okay?" he asked.
"The bullet damaged one of your heart valves, you went into emergency surgery and we weren't sure if you were going to wake up or not," House said forgetting about medical terms at the moment. He didn't realize it but his voice was choked up.
Wilson looked over at his friend and smiled a little, "Yet, here I am," he said gripping House's hand. House grinned and nodded, "Yeah," he said. House moved over to the lower part of Wilson's body and started to check his reflex's. He frowned a bit when he realized that Wilson didn't move his leg like he should have.
"You…felt that, right?" House asked Wilson cautiously.
"Felt what?" Wilson asked raising his eyebrows.
"This," House said. He grabbed a needle from the jar and pricked Wilson's big toe with it. His face turned a bit pale when he realized Wilson didn't feel anything. "Did you feel it?" he asked to confirm.
"No I…House…what's wrong with my legs?" he whispered suddenly sounding frightened. Wilson realized something was going on. House pricked Wilson's toe again and realized nothing moved.
"I'm…I'm not sure yet," he said quietly, "Can you move them?" he asked.
Wilson shook his head and looked terrified. "No," he said. "House…I'm paralyzed…"
House remembered Wilson falling to the ground when he was hit, it was a pretty hard fall and House closed his eyes a moment trying to calm himself, "Its alright, we'll run tests, make sure its not perminate," he said to Wilson.
"How can you sit there and say its alright when its not? I may never walk again!" Wilson said starting to panic a bit. "My life could be over as we know it!" Wilson realized how stupid his statement was that he just made.
House closed his eyes for a moment, hurt, and then he looked back up at Wilson who looked guilty for saying what he did. "Your life wouldn't be over," House said. "Your legs won't be in pain, you can still do things in a wheelchair, and we don't even know if this is perminate yet," House said. Wilson nodded trying to calm himself. He knew that it could only be temporary.
"I'll send Foreman in to do some tests," he said to Wilson hoping Wilson would agree to that. When he saw his friend nod House squeezed Wilson's hand "I have to go, but I'll be back later, Foreman will be here in a moment with someone to help." House said.
House walked outside and leaned heavily against his wheelchair. He knew he had failed in there. He knew he should have stayed to run the test, but he couldn't. Not then, not now. He needed to concentrate on his current case, but he knew he wouldn't be able to do that.
House wheeled out to Cuddy's office, everyone seemed to have move there and it looked like they were in a big discussion, "The mother is on her way," Cuddy said looking relieved. "We can test her and then give the kid the bone marrow he needs so he can get out of here," Cuddy said looking at House, "How's Wilson?" she asked.
House closed his eyes a moment. He took a breath and then looked at her, "I need Foreman in his room for tests," he said.
"Tests? What's wrong?" Cuddy asked looking scared.
"He might be paralyzed," House muttered. "He can't feel his legs," he said. He glared at Foreman, "Why are you still here?" he asked not even giving Foreman a moment to take in the news.
Foreman nodded and quickly headed out to Wilson's room. "So now we wait for Mommy to come," House muttered and the others nodded.
They hung out in Cuddy's room while each took turns making sure Patrick and David didn't wake up. House was wheeling back and forth in his wheelchair waiting as Foreman ran the tests on Wilson.
"House you should be there with him," Cuddy protested House working on Patrick's case.
"Wilson is strong, he'll be fine," House said. He turned when the doors to Cuddy's office opened suddenly. House stared at the beautiful black women that entered the office, "What's going on?" she asked, "Where's my husband, and my son," she looked terrified.
"They're a bit tied up at the moment," House said to her snickering a bit. "We need to test your bone marrow, your son needs a transplant," he told her.
She looked at House, "Where's my husband?" she asked again.
"We'll take you to see him after the test," House said and she nodded.
Taub and Kutner took her to get tested, but she turned around, "My husband, he meant no harm, we had so many hospitals turn us down, he refused to believe that his son would die," she said quietly.
House nodded at her, "I know," he said realizing he would have done the same for Wilson.
Taub and Kutner took her back to get tested. A few hours later, Foreman came back with some news on Wilson. He didn't look happy.
House looked at his coworker, "Well? Spill it," he said not wasting a second.
Foreman sighed, "He's paralyzed from the waist down, his back hit the floor hard when he landed," Foreman explained. "However, its not perminate. Tests show that he has a fifty thirty chance of walking again," Foreman told House.
House closed his eyes for a moment. Fifty/thirty. Those chances weren't great, but they were something. "Good," House said nodding. Cuddy was openly crying and Cameron went over to hug her. She had tears in her eyes also.
House sighed, "I'm not staying for this cry fest, and none of you better cry when you see him. I want him to know the chances are 50/50. If anyone says otherwise….don't think I won't hesitate to do something to you while you sleep if I find out you tell him the truth," he said and they all nodded at him.
"He's right," Cameron said, "We have to show Wilson that we're all for it, that he can do this," Cameron smiled a little at Cuddy and she nodded agreeing.
House went back to visit Wilson while he waited on the lab results. Wilson was staring at his leg looking like he was concentrating on trying to move it. "That's the stuff, the more you try the sooner walking will happen," He said smiling at his friend.
Wilson sighed, "Go away House, I'm not in the mood," he said knowing he was being rude.
"Sorry pal, but we're stuck in this together," House said surprising Wilson with his kinder words. "You have a chance at walking normally again, some of us don't and do you think I'm going to let you loose that chance?" House asked.
Wilson sighed and looked over at his friend, "What are the chances?" Wilson asked quietly. "Foreman wouldn't tell me a thing. I think that's wrong considering its my body," he muttered.
House was relieved to know Foreman kept it to him self, he knew his lie would work out that way. "Fifty/Fifty," he said to his friend.
Wilson closed his eyes and sighed, "Talk about a test in looking to see if the glass is half empty," he muttered and House smiled a bit.
"You'll do it, and you won't be alone," House said seriously to his friend, "I mean it, you need me, I'm there." It was the first time House was really truly serious about anything. He wanted to see Wilson walk again, more then anything. Wilson didn't deserve a fate like House's. He knew that.
There was a knock on the door and Wilson and House jumped a little, "Yes?" House asked annoyed as his team members came inside.
"The test was a success," Thirteen said with a smile on her face, "They are performing surgery now," she said with a hint of excitement on her face.
House nodded, "Good," he said. "When the surgery is done, we'll call the cops and see what we can do about getting out of here in one piece, you told Patrick I take it?" House asked figuring Patrick woke up by now.
Thirteen nodded, "Yeah, and he got teary eyed and thanked us, he said he never meant ot hurt anyone," she said quietly looking at Wilson.
Wilson sighed, "Right," he said not believing a word of that. Wilson turned suddenly not wanting to see anyone in the room with him. "Can you guys, give me some space for a little while?" he asked.
House looked a bit surprised but nodded, he knew that Wilson needed some time to deal with this on his own. House would only give him a few days, and then he knew that he would be there for him one-hundred percent.