Stacy was stood in the corner, her hands covering her mouth as she watched in horror. Foreman was directing nurses to push drugs as House fitted.
"What the hell happened?" Wilson asked, drawing up some more ativan to push as House continued to seize.
"He hit a ten on the pain scale according to her, I was just coming to see how he was, checked his pupils, left one was enlarged. The tumour must be pressing down on it."
"Fuck, why didn't we see this coming?" Wilson said, pushing the drugs and praying that House's movements would slow. They didn't. "How long has he been seizing?"
"Ten minutes max."
"He's gonna fry his brain," Wilson said, trying to weigh up the other options. They didn't have many, they could keep pushing the ativan and hope that it would eventually stop the seizure or they could paralyse House and intubate him and pray that there was no long-term damage.
House's body made the decision for them. His heart flat lined causing Wilson to swear loudly. Foreman started compressions while Wilson called the code blue.
"I'll intubate," he said, forcing himself to think clearly and not cry. He had to treat this like any other case, he couldn't let himself think about whose life it was he was battling to save. He passed the tube expertly into House's lungs and listen to check the placement as Foreman battled to get his heart started again.
They fought for five minutes, shocking House three times as Wilson mentally willed him to live. The faint beep on the heart monitor when House's body finally responded to the drugs brought a sigh of relief to Wilson and a cry from Stacy. He'd forgotten she was there.
"What the hell did you say to him?" he snapped, whirling round to face her.
"Nothing, I just told him he had to fight this," she stammered.
"I told you to leave him alone, he didn't need the stress," Wilson told her, turning to Foreman he said, "can you book the MRI? I'll page Walker." He knew deep down that Stacy hadn't caused House to have a seizure, she hadn't caused the arrest and the more he thought about it, the more he realised that the signs had been there. The increase in pain, the more withdrawn Greg had become, he was more angry at himself for not spotting it sooner and doing something to stop it turning into this.
As the porters led House away for an MRI, Wilson felt his resolve slip and tears start to form. He dismissed himself and headed for the bathrooms where he could cry for his lover in peace.