OMG have you guys read in the news today that the whole Snakes on a Cane design was drawn by Hugh himself?! Is there anything that man can not do, seriously! lol!

Sorry again for the cliffy, this chapter you may have a pleasent surprise lol.
And I couldn't kill Cuddy off could I... could I?!?

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Here's the next part, enjoy!!

"She had a miscarriage."
"For Christ sake Wilson!" House breathed a sigh of relief.
"What?"
"I know she had a fucking miscarriage! I want to know about her. You looked down! That's almost Doctor Code for the one you love is dead!"
"Wait... you love Cuddy?"
"Wilson! Is she fucking alive or not."
"Yes sorry. She's fine."
"Always start with that!" House angrily spat back at him and put his head back on the pillow to try and relax.
"Well she's not fine..."
"What?!" He spun his head back round to look at Wilson causing a sudden head rush.
"She's going to be fine, she caught an infection though."
"Are you trying to give me a bloody heart attack!" House sighed. He was worried for Cuddy but he had been expecting worse news than that from Wilson's words and body language. "So you're good at telling people when they're dying but when everything is going to be ok you fail miserably. How screwed up is that."
"It's been a long couple of days." Wilson sighed. "You remember Cuddy. I'm assuming you know your own name?"
"James Wilson. Oh wait no, that's the name of my irritating best mate who asks me stupid questions."
"What is the last thing you remember?"
"A building falling on top of me."
"House, I'm trying..."
"I'm fine, the only thing I'm not sure of out of those moronic questions is the date and that's because I've been unconscious... for days."
"Is moronic even a word?"
"Is now."

House reached a hand up and felt his stubble was a little fuller than usual. A continuous numb ache banged inside his head as well as the ever existing pain in his leg. He looked back at Wilson almost questionably.

"The others are fine. Teams old and new." Wilson answered assuming House was wondering but wouldn't ask himself. "There were a total of 32 casualties." Wilson put his head in his hands rubbing his puffy eyes that were becoming increasingly watery.
"How many staff?"
"Twelve."
"Why are you getting yourself into a state?"

Wilson half laughed at House's ridiculous question.

"Oh I don't know. My two best mates were on the brink of death, I'm out of work still in this fucking wheelchair and twelve of my friends are dead!"
"Come on, how many of those who died did you take to lunch? How many of their middle names did you know? Or were they just 'Facebook' buddies?"
"That's not the point."
"That is the point. Yes I understand why you would be sad but to have shed tears over it, that doesn't add up. You have known both I and Cuddy are going to be fine for a couple of days and we were on the brink of death a couple of days ago. So you would have gotten upset about that then not now. So from what you just told me, you're getting upset is a purely selfish act."
"What?" Wilson was bemused.
"That leaves you being out of a job and in a wheelchair. Hence two selfish reasons for you to be upset."

Wilson looked towards the ground.

"But you would keep that to yourself. Cry into your pillow at night or tell a shrink. So that means something else is up."
"Maybe I'm just human and care about the people I worked with! I know it's a hard concept for you to grasp but..."
"You were sleeping with one of them."
"I... I can't... you know what, you're an ass." Wilson stumbled.
"Am I wrong?"

Wilson shook his head and chuckled.

"No. But neither am I, you're still a jerk."
"Thought I was an ass."
"You're both."

Wilson half laughed at himself being able to still be surprised by his friend sometimes.

"So who was she? The nurse who helped get you in and out of your wheelchair or the physio- therapist? Both had a certain amount of power over you and after Amber we know that's what you like in a girlfriend. Then there's me, if we were a double act I'd be the funny, witty handsome one and you the straight man. It's like you like being controlled Jimmy."

Despite Wilson's urge to throttle House he got out a penlight and wheeled up to House's head.

"That's it! That's the look!" House mocked seeing Wilson's anger rise.
"Tilt your head so I can check you out."
"No. You can't get up so there's no way you can force me." House acted like a child. He was having fun. And if Wilson was truthful with himself, so was he. He hated that.

"Nurse. Can we have a full set of body restraints in here?" He spoke into a caller that signalled at the hospital's nurses station.
"They won't listen to you. You don't work here."
"No I don't. But yes they will. They are well aware I'm the only one you can handle you albeit Cuddy but she's currently out of action. And most are terrified to even come close to treating you. So your attending who has been rushed off to assist with a critical patient and myself are in charge."

A nurse suddenly burst in with restraints in hand.

"Now who's in control?" Wilson smiled evilly as House's face showed pure shock.

"Stop staring at me."
"I'm not. I'm staring at the twins. I've missed them."

Cuddy opened her eyes to see House was indeed staring at the twins. He hadn't been though. He had just been watching her sleep peacefully.

"Did you get your fireman's lift?" House wheeled over to Cuddy's bedside.
"I assume so. Unfortunately I was unconscious to appreciate it."
"How did we get out?" This had been bugging House since he had woken up.

He didn't have a chance to ask Wilson as after he was restrained to the bed Wilson left as he had continuing physio that he managed to carry on at this hospital. A nurse let him out of his restraints after his full check up and he had managed to find a wheelchair and make an escape to Cuddy's room. It wasn't hard to find seeing as they were on the same floor.

"One of the exam rooms. They moved the rubble and I moved some the side we were stuck on. Last thing I remember is just moving a small rock and everything went blurry."
"You ripped out your stitches." House told himself confirming what he had dreamt. He felt awful. He should have been the one moving rubble, instead he was the one passed out on the floor.
"Thanks... for doing that." Cuddy shyly replied.
"Well if you had died I would have had to manipulate another administrator..."
"Dean of medicine." Cuddy interrupted.
"You assign parking spaces. Administrator."

She smirked and shook her head.

House grabbed the penlight that was on the side and limped out of his wheelchair.

"What are you doing?"
"Well if you don't know, I think my point about you being an administrator has been proven."
"I know what you are doing, why are you doing it?"
"Then why didn't you say that in the first place."
"Yes because why are you doing makes loads of sense."

House continues to check Cuddy's pupils.

"Surprisingly I'm in a hospital, that test has been done several times. I also haven't been the one who was unconscious for two days."
"Yes, by second rate doctors. You're getting looked at by the best doctor in America, probably in the world. Stop complaining."
"That said doctor who has severe concussion, a cracked skull and brain swelling. Go back to bed!"

He ignored her and limped to the end of her bed to check her chart.

"House I'm fine."
"I know."
"Then what are you looking for?"

He remained silent.

"I had an infection. It spiked on the first night I was brought in when my temperature hit 104. I'm now on the mend and temperature was 100 at last check which was about an hour ago." She guessed what he was looking for.

He smiled at her knowing she was going to be fine. Feeling a little exposed he was desperate to cover it up with a joke. He grabbed the top of his hospital gown and pulled it up over his mouth. Cuddy laughed.

"It's not contagious you idiot."

The pair stayed silent for a while as House sat on the edge of Cuddy's bed. She was looking down at her hands twiddling her thumbs.

"Stop it."
"I'm not doing anything." Cuddy remarked.
"You're feeling guilty. Stop it."

She hated how he could read her. She looked up at his piercing blue eyes. There was no point in lying.

"I lost our child and caused that stupid argument that resulted in us being in the hospital. We still would have been at my house if I hadn't..."
"If you hadn't had lost the kid we would have been in the hospital anyway. I would have been watching my show in my office and you had a meeting as far as I remember. We'd both be dead. Now can you go back to being the optimistic one, I miss being pessimistic."
"Saying we'd both be dead with optimistic is a slight oxymoron."
"You're a moron for feeling guilty. Did you plant the bomb?"
"No but..."
"Exactly so shut up. You know how irritating you can be sometimes."
"Look at yourself."
"I can't look irritating, I can be irritating. Hear yourself would have made more sense there."

House lay down next to her on the bed; she budged over a bit to allow him more room.

"Please tell me the hospital fell to the ground and was destroyed beyond repair?" House asked fingers crossed.
"You want to be out of a job?"
"No, just want to see your face. You'll be so red!"
"It's still there. Construction has already begun. The majority of the left wing was destroyed, and main part damaged. Entire right side is fine."
"Dam. At least the clinic has gone."
"I know what a shame. We are all going to get behind on clinic hours so when we do get back to work, we'll be pulling double shifts to get it all done."
"I won't." House folded his arms.
"No you won't." He looked surprised.
"You'll be doing quadruple to make up for that you were already making up as well as doing my hours as I will have stack loads of paper work and the job of re-establishing my hospital."
"Hey unfair, why do I get your hours and Wilson doesn't?"
"He's not sleeping with me. Although I could sleep with him, that way..."
"You'll do no such thing."
"Jealous?" Cuddy smirked.
"No. Just possessive."
"Same thing."
"No it isn't."
"Yes, jealous is the result of the possessive being taken."
"Exactly the result of an action on a character trait, the result jealousy and trait being possessive. Hence two separate terms."
"You're jealous." Cuddy smiled.
"Are you sleeping with Wilson?"
"No..."
"Then I'm not jealous."
"I'm sleeping with the night janitor who wears his pants backwards though."
"Liar. He is so out of your league."

Cuddy laughed.

"So if I was sleeping with Wilson, you would be jealous?"
"Jealous that the twins were getting double exposure. Although with the tops you wear you've exposed..."
"House!"
"What? Just stating the obvious."

House lifted his hand to Cuddy's face seeing the bruise he had a couple of days ago in the falling building. It was now covering the entire left side of her forehead. He rubbed his thumb along it gently. Cuddy flinched.

"Has that been checked?"
"Yes, it's a bruise House."

He began to prod around it and around her eye socket as well as her cheekbone.

"I think I'd know if it was broken," she assumed what he was looking for.

He continued to brush over her cheek and down to her lips which had a small cut in the corner. Again she flinched when he touched it. He leaned in closely and lightly kissed the cut that he just accidently assaulted. She moved her head along so their lips met fully and they finally kissed passionately, what they had both wanted to do since they clasped eyes on each other when Cuddy woke.