A/N i think i'll be bringing this story to a close soon. would you like another story and if so what about. i'm thinking either houses pain or abuse. or houses infarction OR wilson and houses friendship/ slash. you pick


Wilson ran around the hospital, asking any nurse who could know where he went. His back ached like fire but he needed to find House. 'Where is he? Why did he run off? Why did he make me stay with his parents?' Wilson stumbled past the coma ward and saw House, sitting on the floor in a coma room. He sat in the corner with his head in his knees. Wilson slowly opened the door and shuffled down next to the man.

"House?" He threw his head over, red rimmed and terrified. The M.D was breathing evenly but shallow and still shaking, snapping angrily but barely passed pathetic "What- What do you want..." "I'm sorry." Wilson reached out and hugged him slowly. House forced his breathing to slow down and he got up, stumbling halfway and slumping back down. "Fuck." He popped a few pills before rubbing his eyes and looking at Wilson. "Shut the blinds and you're allowed to care for 5 minutes."

After pulling the beaded string and sitting back down. He hovered his hand over his friends scarred leg. "Do you mind?" "Yes." "Can I?" House tensed "Wilson, can you just sit with me instead?" Wilson nodded, when the cramp got really bad, House would just squeeze his friends hand heavily. Wilson had offered morphine but House shook his head, saying that he didn't need it- just needed a minute. A few rouge tears had escaped, Wilson had wiped them without a word. He was okay with that. After what felt like hours the muscle finally gave up and relaxed, House falling into Wilson's arms

"I love you James."