Chapter 27

Author's Note: Some major crazy stuff is coming up in this chapter! I'm excited. It's kind of sad though. I know I was pretty upset while writing it. But anyways, I hope you enjoy it.

It was 8:30 and House was leaving for the day. He stayed longer than he expected. He was able to solve the case though. Well, there really wasn't even a case to solve. The man was just a hypochondriac with a little dehydration.

He put his cane into his backpack, and slid his helmet on his head. Just as he was about to climb onto his motorcycle, he heard his name being called from behind him. He recognized the voice. He turned around and squinted to see her. As he got closer, he noticed she was crying.

"House, we need to talk. Can you come back inside for a while please?" Cuddy said.

Without a word of questioning, he followed her. They walked into her office. He sat down on a chair, and she paced back and forth, fighting back the tears from her eyes.

"This is about Wilson, isn't it?" House said to her. He knew it was unnecessary to ask because he already knew the answer, but he had to break the silence.

Cuddy walked over to where House was sitting, and stood right in front of him. This was hard on both of them. Neither of them ever thought they would have to deal with something like this.

"His kidneys. They're failing," Cuddy said, with tears streaming down her face.

House stared at her, speechless. He knew this was all his fault.

"The way it looks right now, if he doesn't get a transplant in two days, he'll…he'll…If he doesn't get a transplant, he'll…" she couldn't bring herself to say the word 'die'. She didn't have the strength. House knew what she meant, and was in a way, glad that she didn't say the word, because he didn't think he could handle hearing it anyway.

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House sat by Wilson's side.

"I'm sorry James, I'm sorry. Please be okay. I miss you," said House.

House had always laughed at people who talked to their sick, dying, comatose family members. 'They can't hear you. What's the point?' he would always say. Now he understood. When someone close to you is sick, when you know their life is being threatened, everything changes. You wish you had been nicer to them, wish you had appreciated them more, but mostly, you wish you could say just one more thing to them. You want to get in those final words. You want them to know that they'll be missed, and how much you really cared about them. Talking to them instills some hope in you that they'll be okay. You pretend that they can hear you, and it makes you feel better. He finally understood. Cuddy watched him through the glass. She heard what he said to Wilson, and she just kept crying. House couldn't handle losing Wilson. She knew he couldn't.

House looked up and saw Cuddy. He motioned for her to come inside. Wiping her eyes, with the tissue in her hand, she approached House.

He stared at her for a moment, then said, "I want to donate my kidney" .

Alrighty! That was 27. I love writing about House in this way. I hope no one is mad and thinks I changed the character too much. Honestly, I think if this situation actually were to happen, House would realize it's time to change. I mean, with Kutner's death, he's questioning his habits… and he's not NEARLY as close with Kutner as he his with Wilson. So, I think it's appropriate. Again, reviews are appreciated! I can't wait for the next chapter. This story is coming to a close, and I'm going to make it as dramatic as possible! Thanks again! =]