:Hospital:
"What happened?" Wilson said rushing into Cuddy's office. Cuddy looked horrible, her hair was a mess. She just layed on the couch staring at the ceiling. Wilson didn't know what to say she was dieing on the inside. "What happened?" he asked again kneeling on one knee next to her.
"House got in a motorcycle accident." Cuddy said sitting up. She couldn't believe it. "Angel was with him." She added closing her eyes and sighing. Wilson's mouth opened a little.
"Angel?" he asked standing.
"Yes there both still in surgey." she said standing. She had been crying, he could tell. He pulled her into a hug and she started to cry again. Something had happened between them. Otherwise she wouldn't be crying like this.
"What happened between you two?" Wilson asked looking at her.
"Okay well...he came over to my house and we kinda got carried away." Cuddy said. Wilson laughed.
"Really?" he asked laughing again. Cuddy nodded, then smiled though her tears. Wilson always made her laugh, even though she was worried. "Why was he on his motorcycle, if he had been here?" Cuddy looked at him shocked. How did he know? "He sent me a text earlier telling me to wake up, he said he needed to talk and that he was at the hospital." he added seeing her look.
"Oh...well we had a converstation and I convinced House that he wouldn't hurt me if we dated, then Angel came in hungry so they left to go get something." she said closing her eyes. Wilson sighed it wasn't her fault at least she wouldn't feel to guilty.
"Cuddy it wasn't your fault." Wilson said taking her into another hug. They heard the door open and saw a nurse walk in. She had realif on her face and looked okay. Wilson knew that meant they made it out of surgey.
"They are going to be okay...but Angel is in a coma and had a serious concussion." The nurse said to Cuddy. Wilson and Cuddy stood in shock. Angel was in a coma and House was losing brain usage. Cuddy buryed her head in Wilson's shoulder and started to sob again. "You can go see them when your ready." the nurse said walking out the door. Wilson stared at the wall. House had been in some tough accidents but never anything like this.
"You want to go see them?" Wilson asked trying to keep himself together.
"We better." Cuddy said walking out the door.
:Room 124:
House opened his eyes and looked around. The room was dim and he realized there was weight on his hand. It was Cuddy's hand, she looked pale. Her hair was messy and she looked worried even in sleep. House tried to remember exactly what happened but all he could remember was crashing his bike. Angel was on the bike he remembered that.
"Angel?" he asked struggling to get up. He felt a hand restrain him.
"Lay back down." he heard Cuddy say. He obeyed to weak to do anything else. Cuddy took his hand and rubbed his forehead. He was alive, maybe sick but alive. Cuddy felt a tear of happiness fall down her cheek.
"Angel?" he asked again struggling this time.
"She's in a coma...but the doctor said she will wake up any day." Cuddy said. She looked over at Angel, they had out them in the same room at her request. She gripped House's hand tighter.
"My fault...my fault." House rambled. He was losing it, she could tell. She wanted to hold him and tell him it was going to be okay, but he was losing it. He breathed heavily, in and out.
"House calm down." Cuddy said. She rubbed his forehead again.
"I-I-I love you." he said taking her hand again. She didn't know, if he was really sane enough to trust. This couldn't be House speaking. She had only heard him say I love you like this one time before.
"I love you to." Cuddy said. She tried not cry again. Seeing him like this burned her on the inside. House wasn't acting like himself at all, there was no jokes, no metaphors. Wilson walked in and saw them. Cuddy wasn't trying to cry, he must be pretty bad.
"Hows he doing?" Wilson asked just above a whisper.
"Not to good." Cuddy said not taking her eyes off of him.
"Hes going to be okay Cuddy." Wilson said sitting in a chair. He didn't know no one did. He looked over at Angel, she had gashs and bruises. Why did this have to happen? Why did everything go wrong when something is right?
"Yea i'm going to be okay." House whispered in a raspy voice. Cuddy smiled at his sarcastic tone. Even though he was sick he could still have a sense of humor. Wilson smiled to himself at Cuddy's smile. Wilson layed his head back and closed his eyes. They all fell asleep, hoping for the best.