Angels

The next day found Cuddy standing in front of House's room. She had papers in her hands regarding Cameron's recent events and she was considering on giving them to him to look over. Admittingly, he really was the only one who could help her. "This is updated from the time you were admitted up here to now," she explained, slipping them through a small door.

"This won't help me whatsoever," House mutterered, flipping through the now--thick file. "I need to see her," he looked up at Cuddy.

Cuddy shook her head. "No. No, I can't let you out. You have to stay in there until we can help and cure you, too."

"I can't do anything here but give out orders for more testing! I need to see her in order to--"

"To what?" Cuddy was incredulous. "We can't do anything else but test her for whatever you say!"

House put the file back where Cuddy had given it to him and gave her a look she promised herself to never forget. "You can either do one of two things," he told her with pure anger in his voice. "You can either let me see her or you can watch her die without my help!"

Cuddy just stared at him. Her thoughts were running wild and she was trying to put them together...trying to decide on what to do. Either way, she saw that both ways were considerably bad. "I'm sorry, House," she said, turning on her heels. "I can't let you out." She walked away, ignoring House's yells and curses that because of her stupid rationality and rules, Cameron was going to die.


"You wanted to see me?"

Cuddy didn't look over her shoulder when Wilson walked in. "Yep."

"What's the problem?"

"It's House," she said bluntly. "He wanted me to let him out so he could see Cameron," she shook her head as if it were the stupidest thing on earth.

"Wait...didn't you give him her file?" Wilson asked, clearly confused.

Cuddy nodded.

"And they weren't good enough for him?" Wilson shook his head in disbelief. "Even in such a breakable state of mind he's in, he's still as stubborn as ever."

Cuddy still didn't turn around."What would you have done? As a friend?" she dared to ask. She needed to know if she did the right thing by walking off.

"What did you do?"

"I walked away," Cuddy turned around. "Didn't even bother to stick around and press the issue further. It wasn't worth it."

Wilson nodded. "You really want to know what I would've done?"

Cuddy nodded.

"I would've let him see her," Wilson answered. Then, watching the expression Cuddy gave him, he said, "Let me just finish. The reason I would've done that is because not only can he help her the most by just looking at her, it would probably help him mentally."

Cuddy was still thrown off by the answer, but nodded anyway. "So, you're saying I should've let him out?"

Wilson nodded. "Yes...that and you should've listened to what he had to say more."

Cuddy rolled her eyes. "The man was swearing and yelling at me!"

"No surprise there. Look, you do what you want to do. You wanted an honest opinion, and I gave it."

She nodded, then picked up the phone. She dialed quickly, looked back at Wilson, and said, "You had better be rigt about this..."


I am unbelievably sorry that this is mega-short, but my next chapter will be longer. I hope I improved a little bit w/ the characters in this chapter, I tried really hard. If not, I'll try again in the next chapter.

Note: Look out for my new House story coming up soon (More like today)

JJ