Yeah, so since I'm bored and sick and can't go to school tomorrow and other stuff, Idecided to update again today. Keeps me occupied and you guys happy:) lol
MUCHO THANKS TO Serena-Demon Goddess FOR GIVING ME AND IDEA FOR THIS CHAPPIE!
Angels
Wilson sat in his office later that day after storming out on Cuddy. Softly in the background, his small radio was playing the song "Bad Day" by Daniel Powter. (A/n: I just LUV this song and I think it fits the situation about now LOL) His mind was reeling faster than he could ever remember before in his lifetime. He knew how much Cuddy, Cameron, and House needed him right now, but he was for sure that he would go insane as well if he stuck around. He was already on the brink of going crazy. The pressure was rapidly building its tower on top of him and didn't feel or seem like it was going to stop anytime soon.
The headache that was beginning to grow earlier had now become bigger and he fished out a bottle of Ibuprofen out of his desk drawer. He unscrewed the top and dumped out four pills, his voice carrying on along with the song.
"Cause you had a bad day
You're taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don't know
You tell me don't lie..."
He stopped in the middle of the song to take a swig of water to down the medicine, then continued on with the radio,
"Sometimes the system goes on the brink and the whole thing it turns out
Wrong
You might not make it back and you know that you could be well oh that
Strong
Well I'm not wrong...
"So where is the passion when you need it the most?
Oh you and I
You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost..."
Wilson stopped again and just sighed. So much was going so very wrong and there was no way it was going to turn around in the space of time they had. They had to figure out a way to get Chase back and they had to figure out a way to help Cameron and House. Everything was just a tangled web of a mess that seemed almost endless. Cuddy was towards the breaking point almost as much as he was and Foreman was just doing anything and everything to get by.
He leaned back in his chair and rubbed his forehead painfully. The stress continued to build even as he sat here in the comfort of his own office. The most recent events wouldn't leave his mind and there was no way to fight it off. I should just go home... he mused to himself. But even the thought of going home with the stresses of that day following him made him want to act like a little boy and run and hide under the covers of his bed.
His office door opened and by the sound of walking, Wilson knew that it was Cuddy. Deciding not to be like House and alienate everybody when the time or times weren't at their best, he whirled around in his chair to face her.
Yet, it wasn't Cuddy who was standing in front of him...but Cameron.
Wilson blinked. Was he dreaming? Or was the headache merely getting the better of him. "Cameron?"
Cameron smiled and nodded. She stuck out her hand, almost as if she could read his mind...that he was thinking that this was all an illusion.
Wilson stood up and stood in front of her instead. He was almost near tears as his brown A/n: Correct me if I'm wrong) eyes glistened slightly as he put both hands on her shoulders.
She really was here...things were turning around.
"My God..."
Allison smiled. "I--how is he?"
Wilson had to smile. This was truly Cameron. Always thinking of others before herself. "He--he's not any worse, but he's not any better."
Cameron nodded. "I figured..."
"Do you--Cameron, when I was in your room earlier, you were muttering," Wilson was seeing if this rung a bell in her. "I was starting to think that you were going to wake up, but when you didn't, I just figured that you weren't as comatose and we all thought."
"I did?" Cameron asked.
Wilson's hopes dropped. She didn't remember...not that he expected her to. He had just merely hoped so, in light of the way things were going right again. "Yeah...you did. You were talking about House."
Cameron's eyes dropped, and Wilson had the slightest feeling inside. "What did you see while you were in your coma, Cameron?"
"I saw House...I saw him just break and crack under it all and--he killed himself," she looked up, tears running slowly down her cheeks. "It was like a huge nightmare I couldn't climb out of."
Wilson nodded, but was also shocked.
"Do you think what I saw will happen?"
Wilson shook his head. "No. I don't. And I'll make sure it doesn't."
"Wilson?"
"Huh?"
"Don't let him die..."
"I won't."
"Promise me?"
Wilson didn't answer. He couldn't promise something that big, but still, he answered, "I'll try."
"Promise me, Wilson."
"I can't make that big of a promise, Cameron. I wish I could, but I know better than to try to--"
Cameron interrupted. "Don't let him die..." she said through gritted teeth. "It's the one thing that will save the both of us...trust me on that."
"What?"
"It will save us both...the longer you keep him alive," Allison repeated. "If he dies, only one of us will survive this mess."
"What are you talking about?" Wilson was clearly confused.
"Just trust what I told you. Keep him alive...and don't worry a thing about me," she told him with every ounce of sincereity in her voice.
"Why would I worry? You're fine," Wilson told her.
Allison shook her head. "Jimmy, you're dreaming. This whole thing's not real. It's a dream. And when you wake up, everything will be the same. Chase won't be there, I'll still be in a coma, and House will still be in the Ward. All I'm asking for you is to keep House alive and not worry about me. I'll be fine in the long run."
Wilson shook his head. "No--this can't be a dream. Look at you! You're perfectly fine in every way! You're better and--"
"Wilson..." Cameron interrupted again. "Believe me. This isn't real. This is what you want to be real. You want everything to be okay. It's not going to get any better...and all Cuddy wants is for you to stick with her in the long run as well. Don't quit on her like Chase did."
"I won't, but, Cameron...this...this is real, I know it is!"
Cameron shook her head again. "Stop trying to believe that. Stop trying to be like House. He always wants one thing to happen when it's really not. Don't do that to yourself. Stay strong and don't give up on any of us. We all need you."
Wilson swallowed hard and nodded. "I won't."
"Promise? Don't wake up without promising me that."
"I promise. Allison, I won't let anything happen to you or Greg...okay?"
Cameron smiled. "Don't give up on us, Wilson. Don't fall hard like Chase did and just give up on it all. You have faith, and I can read it all over. You have the patience nobody else does. That's what makes you and House such great friends. You always pull through for each other in the end."
Wilson only nodded. He couldn't believe this. It all seemed so real and he wished that it was. That things were finally turning around for the better and things were going to be brighter. "Cameron...can I just ask you one thing?"
"Hmm?"
"Do you truly love him?"
Cameron smiled. "That's for you to figure out, Wilson. I can't say much about that...but I think that you already really know. I can see it."
"Do you?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"That's for you to figure out for the time being. And Wilson?"
"Yeah?"
Cameron smirked. "Cuddy'll be coming in soon to wake you up. Don't tell her anything. Keep her advice close and keep your mouth shut of any secrets from now on. Okay?"
Wilson nodded. "Okay, I will."
"Promise?"
"Yes."
And at that moment, James Wilson woke up to the sound of Cuddy's voice calling his name and the radio behind him softly playing "Do I Make You Proud?" by Taylor Hicks...
Wow...what did you think of this? The whole dream sequence? Thought that was pretty cool myself. lol
JJ!
