Chapter 12

Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months, months turned into years. It's been 5 years since House was wheeled into the ER with only a strand of life left in him. He survived, but has been comatised the past 5 years. He did wake up for a brief 1 minute a year after the crash, only to mutter something that the nurse thought he said was, "find someone else," and the nurse told everyone those words. Cameron knew it referred to her and she didn't leave Chase's side. They eventually got married and had 1 boy, and a pair of twins 9 months old. They were due in 2 days. Chase was ecstacic that he was having a pair of twins, and his son was eager to have younger siblings. He was 3 and already had a vast vocabulary.

Chase and Cameron went to visit House before Cameron would be admitted into hospital.

"Well, we're having a set of twins in 2 days!" she exclaimed happily looking first at House and looking back lovingly into her husband's eyes. "And guess what? If there's a boy we're naming him Greg after you House." She touched House's hand and squeezed it happily. What she didn't expect, was a finger flinching.

"He just flinched!" she almost screamed at Chase. They both stared at House intently, though Chase did go make a call to the nurse to get Cuddy, Wilson and Foreman. When they all arrived, House's eyes suddenly shot open.

"He's awake!" they all said together and hugged and smiled and cried at each other. Foreman made a move to check on House's condition and managed to hear a scoff of what sounded like, "water" so he poured House a cup of water and poured it in his mouth slowly. Everyone was so happy that they didn't see House's eyes wander over to Cameron and Chase to notice the bulge and the rings. He smiled to himself, even though his heart felt like stopping and shattering and managed to utter "congratualations" to the wedded couple.

A few weeks later, House was in rehab. He was paralysed from his hip down, he was upset to find that out, but at least he wouldn't need to experience the pain in his leg, even if the ketamine treatment worked out. He was regaining the use and strength in his arms. The twins were born and as promised Chase and Cameron named the boy Greg, and the girl Ginny. He was named godfather to their children, though their eldest son Luke called him 'uncle'. He was happy to be back again, but he would never be whole.

He had a talk with Cameron about his feelings, and instead he felt like all this weight lifted and the agreed to stay as good friends. He knew that she loved him, and that was all he needed to keep on living.

He wheeled himself into his own bathroom in his private room and heard the door outside open and close. He yelled out "in the bathroom!" to whoever it was and did his business, when he went back in his room he didn't recognise the figure. The blinds were closed and the figure had a hood on.

"Remember me?" the figure asked as he revealed a long sharp knife, "as you wish, I'm here to finish you off."

House in his paralysed state did not have time to do anything except yell once before he was continuously stabbed, but his yell was not one of vain, people rushed in and went to subdue the intruder, but not before he managed to stab House at least a dozen times in his abdominals. Cameron was the first of the crew to arrive and she picked House up.

"I can't lose you again," she whispered through her tears. "I love you"

"I love you too…" and he knew, that this time, he was not returning.

and thats the end of the story! thankyou for reading and thankyou if you have reviewed. I might write an alternate ending to this, but the thing is: you never know what you have until its gone! cherish each moment with a loved one, and dont let your ego get in the way!