To all my reviewers….thank you so much. You've really inspired me! They each mean a lot. And bree1387, thanks for letting me know about the anon. reviews! I didn't know about about that so I changed it.

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Chapter Two

"House!" Cuddy exclaimed. She ran over to House as Wilson was trying to steady his friend. "What happened?" she asked Wilson.

This isn't good, House thought. Having been recovering from the flu he knew he had been uneasy but he hated having people see him like this. All I need is my bed and ten good hours of sleep, he thought to himself.

Wilson shook his head to Cuddy. "House, we need to get you inside and take a look at you," Wilson said. "You don't look well and your hands keep shaking." Wilson was genuinely worried about his friend. Even though he and House had their moments, deep down they were good friends. There were times where there were no words needed, just the two of them and a few good drinks.

"I think there are more pressing issues here, including this accident victim." House replied. He was trying to do anything to divert the focus from himself. Of course they are right, he thought. He felt awful but his stubborn demeanor was not going to be persuaded to let them help. "Besides, I have to go baby-sit my colleagues before they break something. Even though last time I left them alone, Cuddy, you ran in on them so drunk and on while duty too! Scared the daylights out of the little one." House secretly hoped his sarcasm would be helpful. "The best thing I can do for them…" he trailed off.

All of a sudden all House could see was light which both startled and frightened him. Wilson immediately held him as he saw his friend turn pale. House grabbed Wilson again, this time with everything he had. "Wilson…" House pleaded. "My…my head." Wilson because increasingly worried for his friend. House really meant a lot to him and he utterly hated seeing him hurting. Wilson held him as Cuddy ran for a gurney.

"Greg, I'm here." Wilson said softly. He knew under the sarcasm that his friend was scared. "Talk to me…what's going on. Are you in pain?" Wilson hoped to get an answer. The more and more House tried steadying himself, the more he felt like he was going to pass out. House grabbed his friend tighter and squeezed his eyes shut, just as he let most of his weight fall to Wilson. "I've got you, try to stay with me. Can you tell me what hurts?" Wilson could feel his heart racing against his chest and knew this wasn't good.

"Please….don't…let go." House pleaded with his friend. "It's getting worse." His breathing was getting shallow and he was having a hard time talking. "I need to sit down," House replied as he collapsed into Wilson's arms.

"Breathe, Greg, you have to stay with me here,' Wilson ordered. "Take short, deep breaths." Wilson could tell that House was started to panic. He was worried he was going to hyperventilate.

Just then Cuddy came running out with a gurney and placed it in front of Dr. House. Wilson steadily picked him up and put him on the bed and pushed him back into the hospital.

"Do you know what happened?" Cuddy asked Wilson. As much as they bickered, Cuddy honestly did admire House and his work. She wished he would be a little less sarcastic at times but when it came down to it, she knew he really could be genuine.

"No…but he was very close to passing out. He's sweating badly. I know he's recovering from the flu so he might have just overdone it. I've noticed he hasn't been himself lately." Wilson replied as they ran down the corridor.

As soon as they got into a room, Wilson began shouting orders to the nurses that began to fill the room. "Start an IV line with 10 mg. saline, and start him on 100 percent oxygen. He was starting to panic and his breathing was becoming erratic. I don't want him to develop hypoxia." Wilson ordered.

Wilson was so concerned about his friend that he didn't realize his own hands were shaking until Cuddy put a hand on his to try and calm him.

"Dr. Wilson, he's going to be fine…if you want me to take over I will." Cuddy offered.

"No, I want to see it through. He asked me not to leave." Wilson replied back. "I'll be fine, I'm just…I'm really worried for him." He replied.

After about fifteen minutes and the nurses carrying out Dr. Wilson's orders, the color started to come back into House's face….slowly, but he looked more stable than he was. The IV fluid must be doing him good, thought Wilson. And the oxygen. He really must be overdoing himself. I just wish he would let me in.

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Thanks for reading! Next chapter will have a little more explanations.