Well, sorry for the wait. Damn school! But now here's the next chapter for you.

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Day 13: Sign

House's POV

Still alone but now filled with hope, I stood in the dark and stared into the black waiting for another memory to replay. I was silent and thought about the latest experience my mind had given me when I felt a light touch on my shoulder.

Love was back. As always, she smiled, but she seemed to be a bit concerned.

"What's wrong, Love?"

It took a moment of silence before she looked me in the eye and quietly began to speak.

Love: Fate has come to warn

That you far too long forsaken her heart

Move to the truth

Breathe the sunlight burning in her open arms

"He's waiting. Still he sits by your side but slowly he loses his faith. I'm afraid if you wait and stay here with us he might leave you."

She was talking about Wilson. Leave me? He'd never do that.

"He's never left me before. You should know that, Love. So why would he do it now?"

"James would stay if he could but it's been a long time. And unfortunately it's a fact that humans give up hope very easy. So, return before it is too late..."

Love: Break the chains that

Bind you to a past that feeds these bitter days

Seize your only chance

Follow the stars that beckon you through blackened skies

I still couldn't believe she might be right. It just couldn't be.

Have I really been here so long? Is it already too late? But how can I change anything? How can I return...

I wanted to ask her these questions but then I heard his voice. Wilson. He was still there at my side. He hadn't left me.

I had never been so happy to hear his voice before. But what he said broke my heart and healed it at the same time.

Wife: Can you feel me touch your aching heart

I can sense how much you're missing me...

Give me a sign, show me you're there

I am sure you'll find a way back to me

"He's desperate. Why don't you try to show him you're still with him?"

Love said that as if there couldn't be anything easier.

"What a great idea! Let me just stand up shortly, I'm back in a minute. Oh, wait. I forgot. I can't stand up because I'm in a fucking coma!!!"

I was desperate myself. I would do everything if I could just say Wilson how much I love him again. But I can't. I don't know if I will ever be able to return...

Wilson's POV

I didn't know what to do anymore. Thirteen days and Greg still wasn't any better. Slowly my hope faded. And so I talked to him once more.

I wanted to tell him how much I missed him but all I could do was pleading him to wake up. Or at least to give me a sign that he still listened.

Cuddy who had fallen asleep in a chair near the room's window woke by the sound of my voice.

She came over and stood by his other side. But the moment she opened her mouth to say a few comforting words herself I noticed something that made my heart skip a beat.

Wife: Can you see, I swear it's true, a teardrop trickling down his cheek?

Best Friend: Yes indeed, I see it too, could it be he's hurting inside?

Wife: Don't you think we should be glad he feels anything at all?

Best Friend: It could well be he cries because of us

Wife: Does it matter why he cries?

Best Friend: What's going on in his mind?

Wife: Has he given us a sign?

I had never seen him cry. Never. Not even when Stacy left. But there it was. A single tear searching its way down Greg's face.

I was so happy I wanted to dance and shout out loud that House was still with me. That he hadn't left completely.

At the same time worry formed in my chest. Lisa might be right. Perhaps he knew it. And that would mean this whole drama would be Cuddy's and my fault. Not a very good thought...

Wife: Can you see, I swear it's true, him clenching his right hand into a fist?

Best Friend: Yes indeed, I see it too, could it be he's raging inside?

Wife: Don't you think we should be glad he has any thoughts at all?

Best Friend: It could well be he's angry 'cos of us

Wife: Does it matter if he is?

Best Friend: What's going on his mind?

Wife: Has he given us a sign?