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"Watch what you're doing," House warned.

"Just calm down. Squirming only makes it worse." Wilson dabbed at House's wound with antiseptic.

"That hurts!"

"Well of course it's going to hurt." Wilson threw away a blood soaked cotton swab in the trash and got a clean one from the jar on the table. "You should be thankful that the bullet only grazed you."

House winced in pain as Wilson cleaned his injury. "I still got hit and it still hurts."

"Just take some extra Vicodin and you'll be fine." Wilson bandaged House's arm. "There. All done."

"Thanks," House muttered as he slid off the conference table. He and Wilson were in the diagnostics conference room while other people occupied House's office, for now it was considered a crime scene and was crawling with people.

House took off his blood stained button down shirt, leaving his graphic t-shirt that he had on underneath. He laid his dirty shirt on the back of a chair.

Wilson looked down at his own shirt. There were crimson stains on it too, but unlike House he couldn't shed his shirt.

"Sorry about that. Didn't mean to bleed on you," House said, waving his hand towards Wilson, trying to be sarcastic and apologetic at the same time.

"It's okay." Wilson sat down at the table and drummed him fingers on the glass surface. "I shouldn't have left you alone; I should have stayed with you."

"Hindsight always comes too late. That's why it's called hindsight. But it wouldn't have made a difference; you probably would have got hurt too," House added.

"I might have been able to do something," Wilson said.

"You might be the Boy Wonder, but you're not that good."

Wilson managed a smile.

"There that's it! That's the smile that makes the nurses swoon," House said as he sat down across from Wilson. "But really Jimmy, don't worry about me."

"I can't help it. I don't want you to get hurt. You're my friend and I don't want you to go through this."

"I've always came through, haven't I?" House asked.

Wilson sighed. Yeah, House had always survived somehow or another through it all but he always took something from the experience with him. Wilson knew that this whole thing was bothering him greatly, even though he tried to hide it with snide remarks and jokes. But the problem with House is that if he keeps things bottled up for too long, he'll snap, like he did earlier tonight.

Wilson looked for a change of subject. He looked over into House's office. "What do you think they're doing?"

House looked where Wilson was looking. "Looks like Cuddy is having a bad day."

Cuddy was talking to Riley and some other investigators and police officers and there were some members from hospital security there as well. Cuddy seemed very frustrated and it looked like she was telling the others off by the look of her flushed face. After the group dispersed, some staying and some leaving, Cuddy went into the other room where Wilson and House were, taking a seat next to House.

"How are you?" Cuddy asked, putting a concerned hand on his shoulder.

"Other than being shot, bleeding everywhere, and my arm hurting, I'm great," House said.

Cuddy sighed and put her face in her hands. "I don't know what to do. I've hired so many people to investigate and find Bill, but nothing can be found. They can usually find some information on mob guys, but not this time. And now with this shooting incident and if someone else gets abducted, the state may close down the hospital."

"They can't just close down a hospital," Wilson said.

"If it's not safe they can. And-" Cuddy was interrupted by a loud, annoying ring coming from the desk in the room.

"Are you going to answer that?" Wilson asked.

"No," House said.

"I think you should," Cuddy said very sternly.

House sighed and limped over to the desk where Cameron usually sat and he picked up the phone.

"Yes," House said.

"I'm glad that answered Dr. House."

House was momentarily stunned with shock. He glanced down at the caller ID. The number was unidentified, but he would never forget that voice.

"Hello Bill," House said.

Wilson and Cuddy jumped up out of their chairs and crowded around the desk. Wilson hit the speaker phone button so Bill's voice filled the room, and Cuddy waved some of the remaining investigators into the room.

"So I assume that you didn't die from the incident that I caused," Bill said.

"Oh that was you? Sorry to disappoint you, but I'm alive."

"Too bad. But the person next to me will be glad to hear that."

"Who's next to you?" House asked.

"You haven't noticed Dr. Chase has gone missing? But that's right; you've had your own problems. Anyway, to let you know I'm not lying, I'll let you talk to Chase."

They waited in silence as Bill put the receiver next to Chase.

"Hello?" Chase said timidly.

"Chase? Are you okay? Where did he take you? Are the others with you?" House asked.

"I'm okay. I think. I'm not with the others, and I don't know where I am. I can't see, I'm tied up and-"Chase was cut off.

"Chase? Say something!" House yelled.

"I think he has said enough," Bill said, returning to the phone.

"What have you done with them? If you-"

"Don't worry. All three of them are alive and well...for now anyways. Well, I must be going."

"Hey, hold on-" House was cut off by the disconnected phone line. House punched the speaker button off, making the room silent again except for the sound of the phone clattering to the floor.