Disclaimer: Same as all the other chapters.

A/N: THANK YOU to all of you for (nicely!) reviewing! YOU ROCKKK! But, I'm afraid I might have to end this story in the next chap because I've run out of ideas…if you have any, PM ME!!!! Thank youuuu! Btw, this told from House's POV.

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So many times my patients came in here with breathing problems. And often times, we suspect lung cancer, but it hardly ever is.

So why couldn't it happen to a stranger, but it could happen to my best friend?

Wilson was loved, and needed by his babies. That's really all Grier and Tobin were, not much more than babies.

I realized this when I sat in Wilson's hospital room, both of them on my lap. I winced as Grier slumbered on my bad leg. They were both asleep, and I felt their warm little bodies rise and fall with every worried, bated breath over their daddy.

They didn't quite know what was wrong with their dad. And I couldn't expect them to. How were three year olds supposed to understand cancer? But all they knew was that he was sick.

I hadn't told them he might not be getting better.

When Cuddy told me…oh boy, my heart had stopped. All the nasty things I'd ever said, and our fight that day…nothing mattered if he was dead.

Then again, I didn't even know what was wrong. Maybe he'd fallen and hit his head. Maybe he was going to be fine!

But he hadn't. And he might not be.

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When Cuddy first told me it was lung cancer, I told her I should be the one to tell him.

"House, are you sure?" She asked. She was ashen faced and had tears rolling down her cheeks.

"Please, Cuddy, the last thing Wilson needs is a lap dance by our sluttiest administrator. He wants the truth." I turned serious. "And he knows he'll get it from me."

Cuddy let the lap dance thing slide because of the situation.

So I went on my merry way to inform my best friend of his cancer.

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"You're lucky. We caught it early." I slid the X Ray back into his file. "It's operable. We go in, get it, and with some chemo, you're chances are…really good."

My stomach was feeling queasy.

And…his reaction was…he laughed.

Not just laughed, he roared. Deep bubbles of laughter came up from his stomach and he snorted, he shook.

"Now, Wilson, this is not turning me on, you hear me? Potential dying cancer guy does nothing for me, so stop trying to flirt!"

He calmed down and said, "No! I'm laughing because it's completely ironic the cancer doctor got cancer! AND I've never smoked a day in my life!"

I shook my head.

"Your surgery is scheduled for 4 p.m. tomorrow." I turned and left.

"House!" he called me back. This time he looked semi-worried. "Will you pick the kids up for me? At 5. And bring them here? I want to see them."

I nodded.

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So here I was, a little boy and girl leaning on me, sleeping, waiting for my best friend to come out of surgery.

Cuddy had paged me and told me everything was going fine.

I wasn't worried. I knew he would be fine.

Suddenly, they wheeled Wilson's bed back into his room. He was still asleep.

The surgeon came up to me and said, "He's doing fine. We successfully got the whole tumor, and once he has the chemo, he should begin to improve dramatically."

"Really? Wow, I'm a doctor, too!" I said sarcastically. This was a new surgeon. One I'd never seen before.

"Sorry?" the surgeon quieried.

"We've never met. I'm Dr. Greg House and I'm…"

"Your worst nightmare." Wilson croaked out in a shaky voice.

"Hey! You're up. The surgeon said everything went fine and you're gonna be ok."

Wilson smiled slightly and said, "That's awesome. But it's not like you care…"

"You're right…" I said sarcastically. "That's why I've been taking care of your kids and stuff. Cause I hate you."

"What about our fight yesterday? I thought you'd never speak to me again."

"Look, ok, this isn't easy to say, 'cause it's not who I am…" I muttered. "But, I'm sorry, ok. None of that matters. We'll get you better, then I can kick your ass."

He smiled and nodded. "Let me see the kids."

I woke them up and they both climbed up on the bed. He took turns holding them in his arms and telling them he loved them, and I pretended, like usual, that it wasn't adorable.

"You start your chemo tomorrow." I said.

He nodded hurriedly, like he was evading it. "Shouldn't you be getting them home and to bed?" he chastised.

He was not looking forward to the chemo, I knew.

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