Day 10: Memories
Wilson's POV
Best Friend: It's been ten days
It shouldn't last this long
The doctors mystified
Nothing's physically wrong...
I had just talked to the other doctors. Normal brain activity. No other injuries that would stop him from waking up. Why is he still in a coma?
I sat down next to Greg's still unconscious body.
"You would already have figured it out. Yeah, I'm sure you would know by now what's wrong. And then you would tell those neurologists how stupid they were to not find out themselves."
I had to smile at this thought.
"Maybe I should give his case to his team for a differential diagnosis."
I turned and looked at Cuddy. Differential diagnosis... would it be of any help?
"But what if he just don't want to return?" The gaze I got as a answer was a warning to not think in such way, but even so, I could see clearly that Lisa was just as unsure as I felt.
"If you're right then we have a problem. He's so stubborn, he might never come back again..."
I couldn't believe what I just had heard.
"Don't even dare to think something like that!"
Wife: But maybe in his head
He's struggling to survive
Would it help if we talk to him?
Bring him back to life...
"He will return! I'm sure he will!"
But I wasn't sure. I wish I could be...
"Okay. Then maybe we should persuade him to come back. Although I can't remember a single time I managed to persuade him to do anything!"
I smiled slightly. She's right... Greg has never given up fighting, so he won't now. Right?
Lisa waited for an answer. I sighed...
"We should try. Perhaps he will hear us."
I thought about something to convince him. But Cuddy was faster.
"Hey House, you remember that day we first met?"
That's a good idea. To tell him about all the happy moments we had.
"Yeah, you were very friendly."
"You said, what was it... I looked like the new hospital intern prostitute?"
"And then we both laughed at her expression."
"Until I got angry and started our first fight."
"Which she lost."
"I'm afraid to say like just about always."
"Just about always? Have you ever won, Cuddy?"
"Yes, of course."
"Give us an example."
"Well, there was that case of the mafia man, Joey Arnello, I think. You gave in on that case."
"Erm, no, he didn't. Greg was right on that case. Like always."
"At that time Vogler was here, right?"
"Oh, yes, he was. You remember the speech you were meant to make to praise his new drug?"
"Oh my God. When I think about it now, that was really funny."
"And totally correct."
"Right. And the time we finally got rid of Vogler."
"We? Cuddy, I think that was mostly Greg and I, wasn't it?"
I got a chuckle as answer.
Best Friend and Pride: Do you remember that time?
Wife and Love: Do you recall that day?
Now it was my turn again.
"I hope you remember our first date."
"Oh, please, Wilson, don't talk about that. It was a nightmare!"
"Yes, but just for you."
"Two heads of departments go on a date. Two male heads of departments."
"The gossip and fuss we caused almost made the hospital break down."
"Because you didn't think it was necessary to keep your relationship secret!"
I laughed at that memory.
"During your clinic duty. Exam Room No.2. You remember?"
"I don't want to know the details, do I?"
"I'm sure you don't want to hear the whole story. You would only get aggressive..."
"I wouldn't! I'm never aggressive!"
"Do I have to answer that one?"
If I hadn't been so focused on Cuddy that very moment I would have seen a small smile on Greg's face...
House's POV
Passion: Can you see her light
Shining through the black
She's reaching out to you
What's holding you back?
I had heard everything they said to me. It was like warm sunlight floating through my body. They are there. Nobody has left me. Nobody will. I'm not alone.
"And you never were. You know that."
I turned around and smiled at Passion, Love, Pride and Reason who stood there watching me.
Slowly I nodded. I will return!
But still there was a bad feeling in the back of my mind. Something wasn't right yet. And I knew I would have to figure it out soon...
Reason: Can you feel her warmth
Glowing on your skin
Don't repress the memories
Let them all in...