Chapter 11-Why?

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"You sick bastard! Are you trying to get yourself killed?"

Chase argued.

House remained silent. Foreman just shook his head. "Unbelievable."

Cameron's usual gentle nature came to the wayside.

"How dare you! You had us up around the clock trying to think of ways to save your life, only to find out that you've injected yourself with both a strain of Grave's and Goodpasture's Syndrome. Where the hell did you get that anyway?"

It's a teaching hospital for Christ's sakes; you can find plans to make an atomic bomb here. Besides I was in the G section that day…"

Cameron began to turn away.

"Cameron wait…." House paused, "you're a good doctor." His eyes met all of his team's eyes. "You're all good doctors, but I wanted to make you great all doctors."

House's words ended in almost a whisper. Cameron turned around to face him, hurt evident in her eyes.

"Why? Do you want to die?"

House shook his head and waved his hand. "Nah, I love living everyday in pain. It's great."

He could see that his sarcasm wasn't being appreciated today.

House sighed, "I wanted to make sure you were all ready to be out on your own."

Foreman spoke up, "What do you mean 'on our own? ' "

"I'm retiring," House stated flatly. "The pain in my leg has become too severe. I can't function correctly without dosing myself up…."

"You've been doping up for years. This is nothing new." Cuddy said.

House avoided Cuddy's wounded eyes and looked at Cameron's tears.

"It's for the best." House cast his eyes downward. At those words, Cameron dashed to the door, but paused for a moment to see the look in Wilson's and Cuddy's eyes. They had been betrayed too. Cameron spun around and marched up to House landing a solid smack to his face.

"I was wrong. You're not broken. You're just an asshole."

With those tearful words, she stormed out of the hospital room.

Cuddy's blue eyes tried their best to be devoid of any emotion as she spoke. "I want your retirement forms on my desk first thing tomorrow. Wilson, I want him out of here."

Wilson faced Cuddy in confusion. "Is he stable?" Cuddy ignored Wilson eyeing only House. "Just make sure he's gone by this evening."

Cuddy stepped out of the room leaving Wilson to pick up the pieces.

"Gee, that didn't go over as well as I had planned."

"What were you expecting? Did you want them graveling at your feet in thanks for teaching them such a valuable lesson?"

House replied. "Well, yeah. I guess I just flunked parenting 101."

"You're right you did."

House blue eyes stared intently on his faithful friend.

"Thanks for the encouragement, pal."

"You did flunk," Wilson continued. "Because you are no one's parent. You are their teacher, their colleague," he paused making sure the last one stuck, "and their friend."

House shrugged trying to brush Wilson's last comment off. "Well one out of three ain't bad."

Wilson slid his hand along the rim of the hospital bed. He walked toward the door. Without facing House, he added. "In this situation, you are none of the above."

House closed his eyes refusing to see his one friend leaving.

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