Please Please Please review I'm on my knees.I know it's not the best story here but still it's not that bad is it? Arendi

House spent the night in Wilson's room again. In the morning Forman came in to visit, they talked for a bit. More like Forman talking and House just grunting a response. Around noon Cameron came in.

"Hey," she said softly, "I brought you something to eat." She set the sandwich and coffee on the table by him. He looked away from the TV at her.

"Thanks," he said to her. She smiled.

"How's Wilson, Forman told me his stats were getting stronger, and the fever's gone." She watched him open his sandwich and look at it. "Don't worry, it's Ruben, just how you like it." Subconsciously she went looked though Wilson's charts.

"He's looking better," House said, between bites of his sandwich,"the color has returned to his face." Cameron looked at his face and didn't see much of a change. But she knew House could tell better than she could. She sat down and took Wilson's hand and rubbed it.

"It's hard to believe that just three days ago he was walking around perfectly fine. It's amazing how fast things can change." The she moved over to House. "How are you holding up?"

"Me, oh you know me I'm fine," he hesitated. "I'm just holding on." Cameron put her hand on his back and rubbed it. "You know I got into a fight with Thursday before he left. I he had said that I was becoming noticeably cockier, basically the same thing you had yelled at me earlier for. But I couldn't yell at you so I just let it go on Wilson. I always just let it go on him. It's because he's not afraid, like everyone else, to tell me when I'm being a miserable bastard. I was frustrated, so I yelled back, I told him he was a fool. I told him he was the only person who could just under my skin and piss me off like no one else. And then…" House choked, "then I told him if being friends with him meant being interrogated everyday then maybe it's not worth it anymore. I didn't mean it though. But he look he gave just was this look of pure hurt. As if I had just ripped his heart out. I went to his office the next day to apologies to tell him I didn't mean it, but I never got the chance." Cameron gave House a tissue, and put her arms around him.

"House he knows. He knows that you did not mean what you said. You been friends with him for over ten years he knows you better than you think." The nurse on duty came in to changes Wilson's bandages, but House told her he's get it. It was the first time House had actually looked at Wilson's incision. It was black and stretched from his sternum to just below his rib cage. The yellow from the iodine was still around the wound. House flinched as he looked at it. Cameron helped as House placed the gauze over the incision. While he was putting the last piece into place he felt a hand brush his arm. At first he looked at Cameron but she was three steps away with her back was turned to him. Then he looked down to see Wilson's hand make its way into his. "Come on," House encouraged him, "just looked at me James." His head moved from side to side as Wilson's struggled to open his eyes. Finally his brown eyes meet House's blue. Wilson's brow furrowed as his hand move to feel the intubation tube taped to the side of his mouth. With his eyes he asked House to pull it out. House nodded and went to find the doctor on the floor so that Wilson could get a nose clip. While he was gone Cameron went up to Wilson.

"Good to see you awake," she said with a smile, "we've all be worried about you." He nodded slightly and winced. "Are you in a lot of pain, since you can't talk right now blink once for no, and two for yes." He blinked twice. She nodded, "I'll go tell House to get you some more meds." House walked back in, with a nose clip and an extra bag of morphine.

"Okay you know the drill, exhale as I pull out. On three One… Two… Three." House pulled the tube out and Wilson started coughing making his incision hurt more, forcing him the lay back down. House looked pained as his friend's face contorted in agony. He then hung the morphine up put the clip in his Wilson's nose, and got him some water and held the straw to his mouth as he drank.

"Thank you," Wilson wheezed out softly as his eye shut slowly. House gripped Wilson's hand gently as Wilson's griped his. "Greg," he yawned, "I'm sorry for getting angry at you, and I forgive you for yelling back. I know you didn't mean what you said."

"Why you, you heard the whole thing didn't you," House said surprised. Wilson just smiled at him, eyes still closed. House just smiled back as his friend fell asleep.

Cuddy came in the next morning bring a change of clothing for House. "How's he doing? Cameron called me last night and told me our sleeping beauty was awake." House nodded. Cuddy smiled, and held Wilson's hand and watched his brown eyes open slowly. "Hey there," she said. Wilson smiled at her.

"Hey, have you come to scold me for scaring everyone. I though Dr. Cameron was going to loose it on me." He laughed and then sifted uncomfortably, Cuddy saw as he clicked his morphine clicker. "It hurts to laugh," he said almost embarrassed. She nodded.

"Are you in a lot of pain," she asked concerned.

"No House has been making sure I'm reasonably comfortable. Well at least as comfortable as someone who's been shot in the chest and then had it cracked open to repair the damage." He glanced down at his chest where the top portion of his stitches could be seen. "But the CATscans and MRI came back normal. I should recover."

"That's the best news I've heard all day."

"Where'd House go?"

"I he's changing his clothing. He's been here for two days straight, he would have been here all three days you were unconscious, but he went home to change and feed you dog. Yeah I know he actually though about it. House was scaring us for a while, I don't think I've ever seen him so depressed or look so helpless." Wilson smiled sadly. "You mean more to him than anyone else in this world" She pulled her hand away from Wilson's to leave, but he held on to it.

"Lisa stay, can you just stay with me until the move me out of the ICU into general room." She sat down beside him and stroked his hand as his eyes closed. Then she moved some hair out of his eyes and kissed him on the forehead. He smiled.

After moving into his new room and making House go find him something edible, Wilson sat alone for the first time. It surprised him how serious House was being. He then though about Julie, he she came to visit him at all while he was here. Probably not, she didn't love him anymore, but he didn't love her anymore either. He remembered how good the kiss from Cuddy felt even if it was just on his forehead. She was so beautiful, he though, smart, and strong. His mind started getting foggy from the meds, he was trying to use less morphine but every now and then the pain got unbearable. His chest was black and blue and swelling just a bit from where they broke though the cartilage. He knew the scar would be there forever.

"Maybe you can get a snake tattooed over it," House said standing in the doorway, "you know it would cover it up and then you'd still be able to get girls, maybe even girls who though you were too stiff before. You could become a bad ass and maybe even buy a motorcycle. I can see the nurses now 'Oh look at that Dr. Wilson he's got a huge tattoo of a dangerous snake. Ooh I love his bad boy attitude. Oh Dr. Wilson take me for a ride on your sexy motorcycle. You're such a rebel.' They wouldn't have to know that you're an insufferable neat freak." They both laughed but then Wilson had to stop and gritted his teeth. House looked concerned, "you shouldn't be afraid to use the morphine, it is there for you to use when you're in pain."

"Yeah, but I used quite a bit earlier today when Cuddy made me laugh. Right now I can honestly say it's not the best medicine." House then saw frustration in Wilson's eyes. "I can't laugh, I still can't sit up for a long period of time; I can't get out of bed. I feel useless. The only thing I can do is breath and even that is painful, and I still can't do that completely on my own either." House sat down next to him and placed his hand on his.

"James, looked at me, you will get better. I'd rather have you here now laughing with me, than unresponsive or worse… six feet under. I don't think you understand how close you were to dying. They almost timed your death at 2:42 pm on Friday, finally the doctor gave you one more shock, ONE and by some miracle you lived. I've never though God ever listen to me before, but now I see that maybe just maybe he does, because for the first time in my life I prayed for someone other than myself, I prayed you would live, and you didn't let me down. You're past the hard part now, and I'm here, and so is everyone else, Cuddy, Cameron, Forman, even Chase. You've beaten all the odd already so just give it sometime and things will get better. You should get some sleep, tomorrow they're going to try getting you walking again." Wilson quite fighting the sleep that was taking over and closed his eyes.


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PersonalEyez909-- I look forward to your story hopefully you'll write it...please. Good luck.

Hobbit-Luvr- I love Wilson too. hehe. and yes he does need a big hug.(goes over and hugs him.. Wilson: "Hey who is this weird girl giving me a hug" Everone else points at laughed cause there's a weird girl hugging him)I'l try working on some of my grammer

abbieg-- House and Cuddy would be a good pair but I think Cameron/House is better. But I love any Wilson/Cuddy pairs so hopefully you'll like this pairing just as much.

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