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Angels
"Cuddy…I need to talk to you."
Cuddy looked up when she heard Wilson's voice. "Okay…yeah, come in."
Wilson stood in front of her desk and said nothing for a while. Then, he asked, "How comatose is Cameron? Did we specifically check that?"
"Why…is she responding?" Cuddy's voice hinted hope.
"I wouldn't say 'responding'. It was more like 'seeing things that didn't happen yet' sort of thing," Wilson told her.
"What'd she say? Just cut to the chase on that," Cuddy said.
"She--she kept telling me to help House. Repeatedly…then--" Wilson stopped and looked down. He didn't want to tell Cuddy the last thing Cameron had said. It was just too--predictable.
Cuddy eyed him. "Yes? What?"
"She said--she said 'Don't let him kill himself'," Wilson braved. "It was all very--it was like she knew what was going on and…just like she knew."
Closing her eyes slightly for a moment, Cuddy said, "Don't tell House…don't tell anybody. We can't afford anything else to go wrong."
"What do you mean by that?"
Cuddy bit her lip. "We lost Chase…."
Wilson stormed into the Conference Room only to find Foreman and to find out that what Cuddy had said was true. "What is his problem?"
Foreman shrugged. "He cracked. He couldn't take seeing the two people he was closest to crash I guess."
Wilson sighed. "Bu--we need him here! He could help us!"
Foreman was about to answer when Wilson's pager went off. "Crap…just great."
"What? Who is it?"
Wilson didn't answer. He only ran out and straight to the elevators and upstairs to the Mental Ward.
Things were falling apart, and it didn't seem like it would be getting better anytime soon at all…
"Did you do it?"
Wilson looked at his now calm friend and shook his head. "There's no way to take her out of the coma. And besides, I think she's not as in deep as we were thinking."
"She's responding?"
Wilson shook his head. He promised Cuddy he wouldn't tell. "Well…she's not responding. More like muttering."
House eyed Wilson. "Cuddy told you not to tell me, didn't she?"
Wilson bit his lip. "If I told you what she said…I can't."
"She won't know…tell me what Cameron said."
"I can't, House. All I can tell you is that it was like she knew what was going on with you at the exact times you were doin--"
"She said I was going to die, didn't she?" House asked.
"Who--how'd you know?" Wilson was dumbstruck.
"It's written all over your face," House smirked. "And you can't know what's going on without knowing the person it's happening to."
Wilson looked down. "She was telling me to make sure you didn't do anything rash and stupid."
House nodded. "Yeah." His mind was reeling. "What if…she's got brain aneurysms? Or something relatively close? What if it's cancer eating away at her insides?"
Wilson nodded in agreement. "Would explain everything. But we can't do any tests when she's in a coma."
"Yes you are," House said. "You're going to do a MRI on her head and whatever the heck else you can think of."
Wilson was absolutely incredulous. "House, you can't run tests on a person who's in a coma and unstable!"
"You're going to do the tests! You're going to tell me everything, and you're not to tell Cuddy anything!" House yelled. "If we don't run anything, she could die!"
Wilson rubbed his forehead. "There's--something else I have to mention to you." There was a pause before he added, "Chase quit."
That resulted in House swearing and yelling and eventually out of control and sedated.
"You need to learn how to keep your mouth shut," Cuddy barked at Wilson after hearing about House getting sedated yet again. "I told you to shut up…I told you not to tell him anything! And what do you do?"
"I didn't even tell him about Cameron! He guessed. I only told him about Chase and he went--"
"No, he went ballistic after refusing to do any tests that I'm not allowing you to do!" Cuddy yelled.
"I--okay, we need to rewind here," Wilson held up his hands. "He was thinking of ways that could've triggered Cameron's sickness and I was agreeing. I told him that we couldn't do any tests on a coma patient and he was insisting on doing them."
"Right," Cuddy said. "Which led to--"
"Look, it's not my fault my best friend ended up like he is and it's not my fault Chase left!" Wilson yelled.
"No, but as House's friend, it's your job to make sure that he doesn't know a thing!" Cuddy shot.
"So, what, lie? You're unbelievable!"
"Maybe so, but--"
"What if I quit on you? What would you do then? Rid the hospital of everybody else and let House and Cameron die?" Wilson challenged.
Cuddy seemed taken aback by the question. Then, calmly, she said, "I need you here. Don't you give up on me, either."
"I won't," Wilson told her. "But don't blame me for everything and anything else that'll happen down the road."
"Then who should I blame?"
Wilson gave her a look, shook his head and said with every ounce of seriousness, "You're unbelievable. You know that, right?" before leaving her office angry.
Oh no! Hey, don't worry: I'm gonna bring Chase BACK! You'll c!
JJ
