I'm SO sorry! I haven't updated in forever!! I sort of had writer's block, but I should be back on track very soon :)

This is kind of a filler chapter, and should do some explaining for the future. sorry it's so short (and really bad)! Chapter 6 used to be part of this chapter, but I decided to separate them for reasons not worth explaining! once again, huge thanks to Simone for the Beta+title help! You are the BEST! (Not Lupus-Everybody Lies....under my fav. authors on my profile...check it out!!)

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The sirens blared as the ambulance pulled up to PPTH. As the back doors of the truck were opened and the cart was wheeled out, the hospital security struggled to fight off curious civilians.

"He's stable, but not for long."

"Get him in quick!"

"Wow…who is that?"

The cart was pushed passed the questioning patrons and into the hospital. Dr. Wilson was waiting by the door to guide the men pushing the stretcher through the crowded and inquiring hallways and into the elevator. Once the doors had shut, Wilson attempted to get caught up on the current situation.

"He had a tonic grand mal seizure. Hit the ground hard, which caused a concussion," A young male EMT spoke quickly while looking over the patient's file.

Wilson's stomach dropped. This couldn't be happening. Where was Cuddy?

"We are assuming the seizure was caused by alcohol or drug withdrawal, but your doctors should run some tests to confirm."

Wilson gave a slight nod, but really wasn't paying much attention. It all had happened so fast.

Ten minutes after he had received the call from Mayfield, Cuddy had disappeared and the ambulance had arrived with House somewhat stable. Wilson had no clue where the team was, but was sure that they had already heard about the incident. There was a lot of explaining to be done, but he needed Cuddy's permission to give out the details.

As soon as the elevator doors opened, another EMT handed Wilson the file, even though Wilson knew he wouldn't need it.

"Thanks. Bring him to the first room on the left. One of the nurses will assist you with anything you may need help with." Wilson directed them.

As the cart was rushed off to the hospital room, Wilson sighed. His best friend was on that cart, and his other best friend was somewhere in Jersey, probably knee deep in tears of guilt. Wilson felt the same way. Guilt. The emotional form of pain. Gut-wrenching pain that wouldn't go away. It could have been different. "What if". The only thought that had been running through his head since House was admitted to Mayfield. Thinking about what could have been instead of what was really happening. All Wilson wanted to do was turn back time- to the days where House would shamelessly steal Wilson's lunch, or break another rule…or MRI machine. Instead, House was the patient, and his life depended on whatever decisions were made by Wilson, Cuddy, and the team. What if they made a mistake?

Wilson quickly shook his head, temporarily pushing those thoughts out of his

already overly cluttered mind. Suddenly, remembering the current situation, the bewildered oncologist realized that the team was probably waiting for him. He was reluctant to arrive at the diagnostics room, though. Where the hell was Cuddy? Not only did he still need her permission to tell the team the full story, but he also needed Cuddy to assist him with the news if they chose to deliver it.

Hastily, Wilson stole a quick glance at his watch, which read 1:00pm. He concluded that there was plenty of time to meet with the team, have them diagnose House and treat him while he looked for Cuddy, and meet back with them alongside Cuddy to explain to them what was really going on.

The distressed doctor shut his chocolate brown eyes and took a deep breath. He felt as if his heart had been ripped out of his chest, and the pain eagerly spread to all parts of his body- but he had to stay strong…. for now at least.

Urgently, Wilson turned on his heels and made his way to the diagnostics room. As he walked, he realized that for the first time in his life, he was truly scared- For Cuddy, for House, and for whatever the path ahead had in store.

No, not scared- absolutely terrified.