I'm sorry couldn't resist that cliffhanger! I'm warning you now you probably won't like his one either haha! But I will update soon!
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The hospital is badly damaged but won't be beyond repair so don't despair, the ones who survive (if any lol) will be back at work at some point!
"We need two gurneys over here!" A fireman called from outside of the hospital building.
Another rescue team got the needed equipment and joined those already at the scene to where House and Cuddy were trapped.
"Looks like they've found them." Taub stated.
"Not in great shape though." Wilson sighed looking down to the ground.
"They might be fine." Thirteen tried to reassure.
"They need gurneys. That's means they can't walk or are unconscious, neither good." Wilson concluded.
"Large laceration to the lower abdomen." A paramedic began saying as they brought Cuddy away from the sight on the gurney. "Looks like she's lost a lot of blood. Luckily she has been temporarily stitched otherwise she would have been dead ages ago with he amount of blood she's losing again. She must have torn them trying to move the rubble."
"She said she was fine." The fireman felt guilty about asking her to move the debris. However it wasn't his fault, she had to for them to have a chance of getting them out.
Cuddy had fainted with only a few bits left to move. The fireman realised she was no longer conscious but was able to break down the door from the other side.
"Cuddy!" Wilson shouted seeing her being wheeled over towards a waiting ambulance.
"How bad?" He asked the paramedic seeing she was unconscious. He then saw the amount of blood on her t-shirt and felt sick. Any other stranger he could deal with, but one of his best friends, it was a hard sight to see.
"She's lost a lot of blood."
Suddenly a faint murmur came from Cuddy.
"Cuddy, its Wilson. It's ok you're out, you're going to be fine."
"You... don't... know that." She murmured under her oxygen mask.
Wilson let out a small laugh as tears filled his eyes. "You've been around House too long." He saw a slight smile creep onto her face.
"I'll see you at the hospital!"
"House?" She asked.
"Fine." Wilson lied and Cuddy knew it.
The paramedics lifted Cuddy into the ambulance and closed the doors behind her. As she lay there she felt a small solitary tear trickle down her face.
"Where's House?" Wilson asked.
"There getting him out now." The chief informed.
All eyes were on the scene unfolding in front of them. Suddenly they saw a large part of the building fall in on itself dangerously near where the rescue teams were.
"Doctor House!" A fireman shouted.
He couldn't see a foot in front of him. Part of the building had collapsed dangerously near causing dust to surround them. He got out his torch to try and help but all this did was aid in lighting up the millions of dust particles.
"Roger, we got to get out of here now." Another fireman called from the exam room seeing his friend had ventured into the destroyed clinic.
"He's got to be here somewhere!" Roger called back.
Suddenly his foot hit something. It was soft, not like the rubble he had already tripped over several times.
"We're being called back now! Roger get out of there!"
Suddenly there was a minutes silence.
"Roger!" His friend was becoming concerned.
"I found him! Get in here!"
His friend knew he shouldn't. They had been called back as the building was deemed unsafe again. But he couldn't just leave his friend and the injured man to die.
"Shit." He mumbled to himself. "Get that gurney ready, and wait outside the window." He told the rest of the team.
He ventured in following the calls of his friend which wasn't too far at all.
"Deep head wound, losing quite a bit blood." A paramedic spoke while wheeling House towards the car park and ambulance sight. "BP dangerously low, and faint pulse."
Suddenly the rescue team spun round behind them when they saw the part of the building they had just been standing in collapsed altogether.
"Shit." Roger said.
"Don't ever do that to me again." His mate breathed heavily.
"How is he?" Wilson asked seeing House unconscious on the gurney.
"Faint pulse, deep head wound." The paramedic replied assisting the team as they put him in the ambulance. "Do you want to get in the back?" He asked.
Wilson nodded as the team assisted him in as well.
"Did you really think that would be the end?"
"Well you being dead and all, yes I did."
"You were wrong."
"It happens. Thing is I'm alive and you're not."
"You don't know that."
"I do. I'm having this, whatever it is. Chemical induced vision or dream. If I were dead I wouldn't be producing the chemicals to result in this."
"Is Cuddy alive though? The two things you care about most, you're work and now you're girlfriend- gone."
House gritted his teeth, he wanted to kill Phil. He knew he was dead but hated how he still haunted his memories and appeared in his dreams. The two men were standing in the hospital amongst falling rubble and flickering lights just outside House's office.
"She's alive. I know she is."
"She deserves more than you."
"I know. But at least she's not with someone like you."
"Do you think she will really stay with you? Especially now that she miscarried your child. It's no longer guilt keeping her with you."
"Just shut up."
"It's your mind convincing you otherwise."
Suddenly a crack in the floor sent House flying down to the next floor. He was surprised when it didn't hurt and he stood back up. Even his leg felt fine. He walked around a corner to see himself lying on the floor. He was about to take a step forward when he saw Cuddy appear from the thick black smoke and crouch beside him on the floor.
"Why didn't she just get out."
"That's a stupid question. How comes you have a mind of a genius but when it comes to simple common sense your IQ plummets?"
House spun around to see Wilson standing there with his signature hands on hips pose.
"Oh look it's my conscience." House turned back to look and him and Cuddy on the floor. Cuddy was coughing and choking for air.
"Yes because people always risk their own lives for people they hate." Wilson was now standing next to him.
"I didn't say she hated me."
"No, but you were thinking it. How can you even think that? You two are together, well kind of."
"Exactly, kind of. She deserves more than that."
"Yes, she does. I'm not going to lie about that."
"You mean, I'm not going to lie about that. Seeing as you're not really here and all."
"Shut up. She deserves better, yet she chose you. Get over it and enjoy it. Stop sulking and if you really think she deserves better than treat her that way. I'm not saying change. She doesn't want you to change. Neither do I. That would signal the end of days."
"Ha funny." House said sarcastically.
There was silence as the pair of them watched Cuddy pocket the needle and thread and drag House to safety.
"Bet you enjoyed that." Wilson said watching.
"I should have been there to help her, not the other way round. It was humiliating."
"Get over it."
"Wow, dream Wilson is harsh."
"This is what I'd be like if I were more like you."
"Hmm, I don't see us being friends."
"Ha funny." Wilson copied him and House glared.
When the stairwell door closed, House began walking forward to follow both him and Cuddy.
Suddenly he appeared in the stairwell watching himself stitch Cuddy up.
"You think you are both out? You think I got out? Your team?" Wilson asked who appeared next to him again, both of them looking down on the scene that in reality had really happened. House felt uneasy while stitching her up but now being an onlooker, he felt a thousand times worse. It was a strange feeling watching yourself.
"I think I'm out. Every time I've had one of these kinds of dreams it's usually under medication. Unless Cuddy slipped me something when I went unconscious."
"Me?" Wilson asked.
"I hope so, I don't think I can stand this dream Wilson version much longer."
"You can't stand yourself. I'm you so in effect..."
"I know, I get it." House cut him off.
"Cuddy?"
"If I'm out I'm sure she is. And the team should have been in the clinic so would have been first out."
The pair stayed silent as they listened to House and Cuddy's conversation about what she preferred rain or sunshine.
"She lost a lot of blood." Wilson began.
"I know."
"If you hadn't had stitched her up..."
"She'd have died within the next 10 minutes, 15 max." House finished.
Dream House and Cuddy began making their way down the flights of stairs. Wilson and House began to follow. Suddenly a huge crack echoed above them. House and Wilson looked up to see tumbling rubble fall onto them.
"He's in tachycardia!" A nurse called. Wilson watched from outside as a group of nurses rushed into House's room and began to shock him back into a steady heart rate.
A white light blinded House as he realised he was standing in the destroyed clinic watching himself and Cuddy on the floor discussing what they had been before he passed out. He looked to his right to see Foreman standing there.
"You? Really? Think I'd rather Wilson back."
"I must have a huge impact on your life."
"You wish."
"I'm here aren't I. Out of all your fellows, I'm the one your most proud of."
"I think you're getting proud and unbelievably annoying mixed up."
"Whatever."
"Great argument."
"I'm not arguing with myself. Or you're not arguing with yourself."
House turned around to look at the fallen rubble blocking the exit to the clinic.
"There is no way we got out that way. It's acting as a support."
"Then you think you're still in here?" Foreman asked.
House turned back around and began inspecting the rest of the area.
"Through one of the exam rooms is the only way."
"But there is rubble blocking every door." Foreman added.
"Not much in front of this one."
"Still some would have had to be shifted for rescue teams to get through. And if Cuddy began moving it she would have definitely..."
"Ripped her stitches." House finished.
House's eyes cracked open.
"House? Can you hear me?" He heard Wilson's voice. He sighed inwardly, knowing his friend was alive. He tried to speak but found it incredibly hard.
"You can't speak, you have a tube down your throat." Wilson hit the nurse button.
A nurse came in and told House to cough so she could take out the tube to allow him to breathe on his own. House did as he was told and Wilson handed him some water while thanking the nurse as she left.
"Cuddy?" House asked passing the water back to Wilson. His voice was harsh and hardly audible.
"You have swelling in your brain and a cracked skull... again. But you're going to be fine as long as you rest." Wilson deflected.
"Cuddy?" House repeated.
"You've been in here for two days..."
"Wilson, where the hell is Cuddy!" House shouted to the best of his ability.
Wilson sighed and looked down towards the ground.