Woo! Another chapter!

There is minor humor in this chapter. It's hard to go back and forth between humor and drama without some mixture of them.

So, as always, review please!

Four people inhabiting the same room wasn't going so great. The four would try to think of plans to escape, which eventually led to disagreements, and due to the circumstances, the disagreements led to arguments. Then someone would have to break up the argument, which led to another disagreement, and so on. Then they usually ignored each other until they apologized.

Now was one of the times when they were in the middle of a silent dispute. Foreman and Chase sat with their backs towards Cameron and Cuddy, all thinking in their own personal silence.

Cameron couldn't really remember what their previous argument was about. Something really silly probably. Her nerves were on end from everything that had been happening lately.

She wondered if this is how her life would end, just waiting for something to happen. But isn't that how people lived their lives? Waiting for the next event to happen after the previous one occurs? And in your last days, when you know they are near, do you wait to die, or wait for the next day you have to live?

Wilson stood outside House's apartment door. House wasn't answering, which cause Wilson to be worried. Could Bill have already got to him and nobody knew?

Wilson hurriedly got out the spare key of House's that always kept. Wilson unlocked the door and flung open the door.

"House!?"

WHAM

Something collided with Wilson's head, causing him to fall to the floor clutching the side of his face. Terrified, Wilson looked up expecting to see Bill.

But House was standing over him holding a baseball bat.

What?

"House?" Wilson asked. "What…why'd you hit me?"

"Sorry," House said. "I thought that you were someone else." House stuck his head out his door before shutting it. He looked back down at Wilson and offered him a hand to get up.

Wilson took his hand and pulled himself up. "But you heard me, so you knew it was me."

"You never know." House limped over and sat on his couch. "So why did you come here?"

Wilson sat across from House and rubbed his head. I'm going to feel that later. "I just wanted to know how you were."

"Did you go to the hospital?"

"Yes. I think it's safe there now."

"For now."

Wilson sighed. "I came by here to see how you were before I went home."

"That's nice of you."

"Thank you." Wilson leaned closer to his friend. "Do you want me to stay? Here with you?"

House looked at Wilson with shock. "Why, Jimmy, I didn't know you felt that way about me."

"You know what I mean," Wilson snapped. "Are you okay, being alone?"

"Are you?" House questioned back.

Wilson hesitated before answering. "Yes?" He said, although it sounded more like a question.

"I'm okay too then," House said.

"House, if you need-" Wilson began.

"I don't need anything," House snapped. Wilson looked hurt, so House sighed and tried again. "I'm okay, I don't need anything," House said more calmly.

"Are you sure?"

"If I say yes, are you going to ask me "are you sure you're sure"?" House asked.

"I can't be worried about you?" Wilson asked.

"You should be busy worrying about yourself."

Wilson sighed and got up and walked to the door, and he paused at looked back at his friend. "Take care of yourself House."

"You too."

Wilson closed the door behind him and walked across the parking lot to his car. He fumbled with his keys when all of the sudden, Wilson was slammed against his car. He couldn't see anything because something was covering his eyes. First, Wilson thought that it was House, but then he realized that he would have probably heard him approach. The immediate thing that Wilson thought next was Bill.

Wilson struggled with whoever had him pinned against his car.

"Stop," said a stern voice.

"Who are you?" Wilson asked.

"It's me. Bill."

So it was him. What should he do? Should he stay there, or should he try to fight Bill off and run away?

Wilson blindly swatted behind him in the air missing Bill. Bill caught Wilson's arm.

"I wouldn't try doing that," Bill said.

Wilson didn't want to be another victim of Bill. He tried pulling his arm out of Bill's grip. He succeeded, but was only free for a few mere of seconds before getting kicked to the ground. Wilson grimaced in pain as he hit the concrete.

"Want to try that again?" asked Bill.

Wilson struggled to get up, but Bill put his foot on Wilson's back, keeping him pinned to the ground.

"Can't get up?" Bill taunted as he tied Wilson's hands behind his back.

"You're a jerk." Wilson spat.

"Really? I think your friend is more of a jerk than I am."

Wilson continued to struggle against Bill, but he wasn't making any process.

Wilson felt the prick of needle in his arm. He struggled to stay awake, but he was soon unaware to what was happening.

Bill threw the medical needle on the ground that he had picked up at his last visit to the hospital. It was just something that would make Wilson sleep for awhile. Bill hoped it was long enough to get Wilson with the others.

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House woke up the late the next morning. He stumbled into his living room and plopped down on his couch. However, something caught his eye.

House limped over to the window without his cane. He pushed aside the blinds to see Wilson's car glinting in the sunlight.

Shit.

House hurried to his phone and dialed Riley's number.

As the phone rang, House had the sinking realization that he was now the only one left.