Chapter 3

Cameron ran out as fast and as far from House as she could. She knew that he'd never change for her. Her legs carried her around the hospital and when she was out of breath she realised she was on the roof, and she collapsed in a heap of tears. She didn't realise someone had followed her, but when someone hugged her from behind to comfort her, she just fell into their arms and cried for as long her body needed to drain those emotions out. When she stopped, she looked up and noticed it was Chase.

"Sorry for ruining your lab coat and shirt…"she apologised.

"No worries, I can get it fixed. Forget about House, you know how he's always been so cruel" He comforted her in a jokingly manner and she laughed. Chase always made her feel better, every single time….

Back in the ICU House was reflecting on what a sucker he really was. He planned his next attack: getting fired. He considered resigning, but then he wouldn't be able to push them all back at the same time from all the "why's" and "stay". He knew he would have to drive Cuddy insane and everyone else mad, and he was going to take action as soon as someone decided to start a coversation with him.

The next two months he backed away from everyone as possible, and as soon as he was discharged from hospital, he never left his apartment. Wilson had told him that the shooter was never caught, and all House has said was "Great! Then he can come back and try to finish me off!" not in a jokingly manner, but in a manner that he really wanted to be killed. He stayed in his room as much as possible, only coming out when he knew Wilson went to work.

Wilson charged into Cuddy's office without even knocking. "I told him about not capturing the shooter, and he was actually delighted that it gave the shooter a chance to come and finish him off, I'm worried, really worried about him," he started off once he stepped foot into her office.

Cuddy furrowed her brow. Why was he being like this? "We'll just have to wait and see what happens when he comes back to work tomorrow," she replied, "and has he reacted about the ketamine yet?"

"I barely see him apart from the brief moments he tries to run back into his room when I get back from work, he's not talking and I don't know," he replied sadly.