AN: When we last left our happy couple… (yea, I can't do voice over-guy-ness on the web, it's just too hard.) She's out again, and he's oblivious. (As most men are. Lol jk!)

Disclaimer: They're not mine. I'm kinda sad about that.

Part 14

House's P.O.V.

I woke up to the sound of the shower running. I remembered Angela getting out of bed a while ago, but since she was still in the shower, I figured I would go surprise her. That was the plan at least. When I made my way into the bathroom, the sight that greeted me chilled me to the bone.

She was sprawled on the floor blood coming out of a gash on her forehead. I found my phone and called 9-1-1. "Yes, hello, I need an ambulance… 221B Baker Street… Okay."

I flipped the phone shut and checked the laceration on her head. It seemed superficial, but I did my best to clean it up and stop the bleeding. I checked her pulse, it was strong. I breathed a bit easier. At least she was breathing and her heart was pumping. The fact that she wasn't responding when I tried to rouse her caused some alarm.

The bus came. "Take her to Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital. Her doctor's name is House."

They left with her and I went into my apartment. Within twenty minutes, Cuddy was calling me. "Get in here. It's Angela. Or did you not see the ambulance?"

"I'll be there in a few." I was already turning the key in the ignition of my bike. I made the fifteen minute ride in seven.

Cuddy was shocked. "Do I want to know how fast you were going?"

I looked at her. "You said it was an emergency," I said as if it was obvious.

I went up to her room. She was still unconscious, which worried me. I checked her chart and settled in.

I ended up settling in for about a week. I went home only to shower and to get some sleep in an actual bed. The rest of the time I was watching over Angela or in my office trying to figure out what was wrong with her. She had woken up, but whatever she had was taking a toll on her body and she was sleeping all the time.

One day, I was startled to wakefulness. I wasn't sure what it was that woke me, but whatever it was woke me to an empty room. Angela was missing.

I paged the Ducklings and told them to start looking everywhere. I was searching the floor her room was on when I noticed that the door to the stairs leading outside was propped open. I opened it and made my way painfully, yet quickly up the stairs.

Angela was sitting on the roof, near the edge. Next to her was a bloody razor. From my angle I could see that she was bleeding profusely, but I couldn't see where the gash was. There was blood on her hands and running down her arms. I walked over to her as quickly as my bum leg would let me.

"Angela," I said warily.

"Greg, I'm sorry, it was driving me insane. It was getting so bad, it was so painful. One of the nurses gave me the razor. I came up here to finally end my agony. Sorry I didn't tell you."

"Angela, this is not the way to go. You have a long life ahead of you. You're a beautiful, talented woman. I thought you were happy with me. Suicide is not the answer, trust me, I know."

"Suicide!? You think I'm suicidal? I was talking about shaving my legs! All of the hair was driving me crazy. If I was killing myself, why would I be trying to kill myself on my legs with shaving cream?"

"But… the blood?" I said, needing an explanation.

"I'm not used to shaving with a razor blade. I'm used to shaving with a shaver. I kind of did a hack job, though… didn't I? I didn't think it was that bad of a knick… maybe it was more of a slice?" Angela showed me her leg. "It's not stopping either."

"You're on blood thinners to avoid a stroke. You won't be able to stop as easily." I took a better look at the cut. "We have to get this stitched. Can you walk?"

"I think so," Angela said as she got up. She immediately sat back down. "Just kidding. I'm light headed and it hurts like a bitch."

"Lean some of your weight on me," I said. "I'll try to support your weight at least to the staircase. When we get there, we'll start yelling for people and hope someone hears us."

She did and we slowly made our way to the door. I pulled on the door. It didn't budge. I tried again but there was no difference. The door was locked.

"Damn," I muttered, glaring at the door as if wishing it to unlock itself.

"It's locked?" Angela asked.

"Yeah, it is. My cell phone is in my office. I forgot when I went looking for you," I said. "Sit down. I'm going to have to try and stop the bleeding the old-school way." Angela sat down. I grabbed her bloody leg and held it above her heart.

"House! There isn't any room under this hospital gown for underwear!" Angela exclaimed.

"I can see that. Don't worry, I won't stare. I'm a doctor, it's nothing new." I took off my jacket and covered her shivering form. "Here, you're going to need this. By, the looks of those clouds, my guess is it's about to start raining—" just as I said this, a clap of thunder boomed in the distance. "Told you so."

At first the rain started slowly, but quickly began to crescendo into a downpour. Angela jumped at the next clap of thunder, which was much closer now. She looked petrified.

"Uh, Greg? I–" She was cut off by another roll of thunder. She shrieked. I had taken off my shirt in order to put pressure on her cut.

I realized, "You're scared of thunder storms."

Angela only shuddered and whimpered as another booming thunder rocked the sky. "I never used to be. I used to love thunder storms. I'd go out and dance in them."

"What changed?" I asked, getting soaked to the skin.

"Everything. A single storm turned my entire world upside down."

"The storm that took your family," I finally realized. Angela only nodded. A bolt of lightning streaked across the sky. Angela shut her eyes and covered her ears as if the storm would go away if only she couldn't see or hear it.

"I'm scared, Greg."

I made sure her leg had stopped bleeding and took my jacket back from her and put it on myself. I then enveloped her in my arms. She buried her face in my bare chest. "It'll be alright, nothing is going to hurt you, now," I reassured her.

Angela was sobbing at this point. "I keep remembering how much they thought I hated them. It probably wouldn't have hurt so much if they knew I loved them."

"They knew, they knew," I said rubbing her back trying to either keep her warm or reassure her, I didn't really know.

"No, they didn't. They thought I hated them and I never wanted to see them again," Angela cried.

Confused, I asked, "Why would they think that?"

"Two Easters ago, I spent the holiday with them. Everything was going great until my parents and I got into this stupid, silly argument. I told them I hated them and I never wanted to see them again. I told them there was no way I was going to that stupid family reunion on my uncle's yacht. I changed all of the locks at my place and told my roommate to turn them away if they tried to see me. I cut them off. On the day of the family reunion, I realized how much I missed them and loved them, but I had a party so I didn't call them until it was too late. The storm had already taken everything I had that was important to me. The coast guard arrived at the wreckage once the storm abated," her teats flowing freely, "They only found three bodies, the rest had been washed away. They found my parents holding onto each other and my baby cousin, whom I had yet to meet. I had to ID the bodies and they were blue, but they were still my family. I just wish I could see them again for one moment, to tell them that I am sorry, that I love them, that I miss them so, so terribly much. I would give ANYTHING and EVERYTHING to see them again."

"I-I'm sorry, Angela, I didn't know"

She looked up at me, her tears mixing with the rain. "I'm sorry, too." She cowered as yet another thunderclap resounded before saying the one thing that made my heart stop cold. "If you find out that whatever it is that I have is fatal... I don't want treatment for it. I just want to die. I want to see my family again and tell them that I'm sorry, that I love them, and that I was stupid. I just want to see them again."

I gathered her close to me. "Angela, I love, you. I won't say that I'm okay with you refusing treatment, but I understand your reasoning. It's just that I finally found someone who makes me happy to wake up in the morning. I look forward to seeing you first thing. It makes my life seem worth it. I'm scared that if you refuse treatment and die, I won't be able to keep going," I confessed. I held her gaze and kissed first her temple, then her cheeks, and finally her lips. She paused for a minute before relaxing into my embrace and kissing me back.

AN: SO DEPRESSING!!! (I'm depressed and I already knew what was going to happen!) Please, don't hate me. Review, too. MUAHZ!