A/N – Ok, so I decided to continue my story…and hope you all like it!

Another A/N – Sorry it took me FOREVER to update – for some reason this chapter was very difficult to write…

Disclaimer – I do not own House M.D. It all belongs to David Shore and Fox.

~Chapter 8~

House slowly opened his eyes, but closed them almost immediately as he winced in pain. Pain; that was all he could think about; until a steady beeping turned into a long and annoying sound not too far away. Where have I heard that sound before, he thought as he heard a sliding door open, and many footsteps rush past him.

Breathing in a slow, painful breath, he opened his eyes. He was lying in a patient bed, in what seemed to be a familiar environment.

Analysing his surroundings, he noticed that many machines were connected to his beaten up body and a group of doctors and nurses were working on someone who was sleeping in the patient bed a few feet away. The constant beeping continued as doctors worked as fast and efficiently as possible to try to start her heart up again. When a young, brunette walked away to grab some materials, House caught a glimpse of the pale face. No, it cannot be… he thought as he closed his eyes, moving his head to his left shoulder in hopes of shielding himself from watching his boss slip farther and farther from reality.

Wilson woke up to the sound of his pager beeping on his bedside table. Groaning he rolled over and reached for the pager, but missed, hitting his hand on the sharp corner of the small table.

"Ouch!" he quickly brought his right hand to his chest as he held it protectively with his other hand.

Sitting up quickly, he immediately regretted what he had done. I think I had a few too many drinks last night; Wilson thought as he held his head with his slightly bloody hands and gently lay back down. A few silent minutes later, the pager went off again, and the throbbing pain in his head resumed.

"Fine," he mumbled as he opened his eyes, and carefully reached for the pager. He read the message, then re-read it, and read it again.

"You have got to be kidding," he said with a sad sigh as he got out of bed as quickly as he could without causing lots of pain, "Just when you think things couldn't get any worse…"

"How are they doing?" Cameron was on a conference call with Chase, Foreman, Taub, Kutner, and Hadley. They were all at home, with nothing to do. The hospital was being rebuilt, and all the doctors and nurses were told to go home and enjoy the couple of months off.

"I heard that they were transferred to Princeton General Hospital yesterday," Chase informed the small group as he sat on his living room couch, staring intently at his phone that was set on speakerphone, standing up on the coffee table, and facing him.

"Yeah, ok. Do you know how they are doing?" Cameron asked as she lay down on her bed with her feet resting on her pillow as she looked out the window at the white clouds against the blue sky.

Chase could hear all the doctors mumble in agreement.

"No," Chase said sadly. Beeping emerged from all ends of the call. Kutner was the first one to read the message on the pager.

"Shit, Cuddy has gone into cardiac arrest."

"I will meet you there," Thirteen said quickly as she turned off the phone and dashed out of her house.