Yes, this is the second to last chapter of this story. But I think I may start working on my new story today. So, don't worry when it ends. I have big plans for the next story! So stay tuned, and enjoy! :)

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"She has respiratory failure," House shouted from his bed. Cuddy put her hands on her hips.

"Why can't you come over here and talk?" she asked.

"I think I have osteomyelitis," he shouted back. Cuddy's mouth opened.

"House, you could-"

"Lose my leg…I know," he said softer. Eve lifted her head up. He looked at her.

"Osteomyelitis is bone infection. And since my right leg isn't completely healthy, I could lose it," he explained to her.

"You're really in pain, aren't you?" Eve asked weakly. He stared at her, and slightly nodded. He looked to Cuddy.

"You could up my morphine."

"I can't. You're already at the max. I'm sorry, House." She began to walk away, but then stopped. She stared at House suspiciously. "Where's Wilson?"

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Wilson was in Eve's apartment. He collected samples from her kitchen and bathroom. In the bathroom, he grabbed an open bottle and popped some out. He examined them, and closed the bottle.

"That's interesting." He put the bottle of pills in his bag and continued.

He searched around her bedroom when he came across a magazine on the floor. Wilson picked it up.

It was called Medicine Today. Below the title, written in pen and circled, was 'page 42'. Wilson opened it up to that page. There was an article on Princeton-Plainsboro. A picture of House was next to it. The caption under the picture was circled. It said 'Dr. Greg House (above) is one of the best doctors in America, possibly the world. A source tells us that Dr. House is a doctor you can trust in any situation.'

Wilson slightly smiled. "So that's why you asked Cuddy for House…" he whispered to himself. Wilson glanced around, and saw a reflection on the floor. He frowned, and looked around for the source. He got on his knees on looked under her bed. There, a lone water bottle laid gathering dust.

Wilson grabbed it and stuffed the whole thing in his bag. He carefully left her apartment, and headed for the hospital.

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"You should be in bed," House said weakly. They were both on an oxygen supply. Eve sat on his bed, and stared at him.

"Please figure out what's wrong with us. You didn't give up before."

"I haven't given up. Trust me."

"I do trust you."

They stared at each other for a while. Eve held his hand.

"You've been doing that a lot lately," House commented.

"I'm just holding on to whatever hope I have for living," she replied quietly.

Wilson walked by the room. House looked at him, and Wilson nodded and touched his bag. House nodded back, and he walked away.

"Tell me about what you've been doing lately," House said casually. He wasn't much for small talk, but he figured, what the hell?

"Well, I've been traveling. But the last few months have been rough…"

"Why?"

"My sister has breast cancer," she answered. "I took it hard every time they gave her chemo treatments."

House blinked several times, and slowly nodded. "That's understandable."

"I got really bad headaches every time. One time I had such a bad one, I had to get my brother to get me aspirin. " Eve shrugged her shoulders. "I guess that's what I get for caring so much."

House subconsciously tightened his grip with Eve's hand. "Where were you?"

"In Oklahoma. My family has several huge ranches for crops and horse breeding. My whole family is rich, " She shrugged again. "I hate it there, though. Oklahoma is so boring."

House cocked his head. "I'm guessing you drank the water there."

"Yeah. They had this fresh spring water in bottles. I brought one home with me."

House sat up and rung the emergency buzzer by his bed. A nurse ran to the glass wall.

"Get Dr. Wilson," House ordered. The nurse nodded. Eve looked confused.

"What's going on?"

"I think I know what we have."

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"I tested the water from the water bottle. It was positive," Wilson said.

House turned to Eve. "You have multiple cases of Tularemia. It's a rare disease that's found in states like Missouri and Oklahoma. The water you drank had the bacteria. It explains the ulcer you have in your eyelid, the swollen lymph nodes, fever, vomiting, weight loss, and exhaustion."

"Can it be cured?" she asked.

"Yes. But the curious thing is, how did I get it? Tularemia is infectious, but only animal or water to human; not human to human." House looked to Wilson. "Any guesses?"

House continued before Wilson said anything. "The answer? A tick. Not only did you get it from the water, but you also got it from a tick. That's where the redness and tenderness on your side comes in. Since I've been around you so much, the tick jumped from you to me."

"I'm so sorry," Eve said.

"It's not your fault. But somewhere on me I have a tick. Time to get a hot shower." House turned to Wilson. "Give us some streptomycin."

"So, the lupus and diverticulitis had nothing to do with this?" Eve asked.

House paused.

"I can answer that," Wilson said. He shook the bottle of pills. "I found these in your apartment. Any reason why you have immune depressants in a bottle of Tylenol?"

House looked to Eve. Her mouth was slightly ajar. "That son of a bitch."

Wilson frowned. "Did I miss something?"

"He wanted the money. My sister was dying, and he thought if he gave me…" Eve trailed off, and one tear danced down her cheek.

House stared at the ground before answering. "Cuddy will contact police," he replied in a low tone.

"Are you alright, Eve?" Wilson asked. Eve wiped away the tear and took a deep breath.

"I'm fine. Let's change the subject." Wilson hesitated, but a small grin peeked on his lips.

"So, Eve…you moved up here to New Jersey for House?" Wilson asked. House raised his eyebrows.

"Intriguing," he commented.

"You found it?" she asked, not that surprised.

"What? Does she have a shrine of me?" House asked. Eve rolled her eyes.

"No, she saved a magazine with an article of this hospital and a picture of you."

"Close enough," House said.

"I came up here because I read House was one of the best doctors. I thought he could treat my sister better than the doctors in Oklahoma."

They remained silent for a few moments.

"He's the oncologist." House pointed to Wilson.

"I could try and treat her, Eve," Wilson offered.

"She died right after I left for here," she replied quickly, glancing away for a second.

House and Wilson looked at each other.

"Eve, I'm sorry…" Wilson whispered.

"It was God's plan. I came here to save my sister, but House ended up saving me. And I accept that now."

Wilson sighed sadly. House winced and touched his lower back.

"Can I have my hot shower now?"