Candice – I'm so glad all of you like the story so far. :) I'm going to try really hard to keep updating regularly. (Last night my dad came in my room and I exited out of my Word and he was like, "what are you doing on there, Candice?" and I'm like, "Nothing, dad," and so he made me open it and read it and called me weird. xD

cakreut12: Yay! I'm so glad you like my stories o Aren't House and Danny Phantom the best?

1985laurie: The ships will be minor except for Huddy. I love those two together. They make me squirm whenever I watch them on TV.

Aly the Spy: Yea, sorry about the mistakes. Weird because I tried extremely hard not to make any in this one. Ugh.

Chapter Two –

House rolled over and breathed. He was alive. Touching his face to reassure himself, he rolled over to find Cuddy sitting in a chair beside him, looking down in a magazine, looking worried and tired. Noticing him wake up, she stood on her feet and raced over to his bed, making House raise an eyebrow.

"Are you alright?" she said.

"I'm fine," House said, studying her. Through the glass windows of his room, House could see Cameron, Chase, Foreman and a fatigued looking Wilson peering in. He rolled his eyes as they all buried into the room, each holding a pen and paper.

"You just fainted?" Wilson said, running fingers through his hair. "Just fainted out of the blue?"

House rolled his eyes again and sighed. His team thinking himself to be venerable made his stomach lurch and his palms sweat. He closed his eyes and leaned back his head. "I was locking my knees," he said, matter-of-factly.

Wilson snorted. He knew his friend well and when he was lying and when he was telling the truth. Cuddy turned to him, knowing just as well what he was thinking. "Bull, House," Wilson said.

For a second, it registered in House's head about the expressions of his friends. Likewise, House knew them also and the way their faces showed agonizing terminology, he waited for them to say more. He tested them with his eyes and burned them into their pupils. When they all stayed quiet, waiting on him, he knew they had already given him a physical examination while he was passed out.

"You already gave me an exam," House said hoisting his brow. His eyes twinkled with frustration and his team cowered. Chase sunk.

"It was Cuddy's idea," he said.

"And mine," Wilson said.

Cuddy looked down and then back at House, "We checked your vital signs, got a cardiovascular exam, eye exam, head and neck exam…" She clicked her pen on. "All were…okay, if you ignore your little habit with pills."

House looked away from her stare and sat up in his bed, throwing off the covers.

"Where are you going?" Cameron said, calling after him.

"I have patients," House said, reaching for his cane, but Foreman caught it first.

"No," he said. "You have to lie down."

"And you had better give me my cane before you'll have to lie down yourself," House said with threatening demeanor. Foreman reluctantly handed House his cane and stepped back, out of the way of the maverick 'negotiator'. House rose to his feet, steadily, then fell back to his bed, in failure.

With his second attempt, he stood up wobbling, with Cuddy and Cameron's help. He felt dizzy and sitting back down again, put his hand on his head. "Can you get me some Vicodin?"

Cameron looked at Chase, "They took it."

"Yes," House said. "I know. Get me it back."

Cameron looked at Cuddy for help and her and Wilson stepped forward, "No drugs House." They both said. House took a long sigh and then turned and rose his morphine. Cuddy stepped forward again, grabbing his wrist.

"Stop it, House," she said, driving his hand away from the machine. House looked at her stunned for a second, and the rest of the clue, taking the hint to leave, turned and left the room. House and Cuddy fought over the machine, each having dropped the cane and clipboard in the process.

"No House," Cuddy said. "I feel like I'm training a freaking dog."

"Well go and get me my Vicodin," House said, still clutching the machine. Giving up, Cuddy released her grip on it, and sent House flying back a ways, knocking his head into another machine and a few wires.

A rush of guilt fled through her seeing the skinny man tangled in cords and she tried to refrain herself from rushing over to him. He struggled up and stood, then gave her a smirk as his finger landed on the arrow pointing up. With over twenty clicks, House rose his morphine and sat back down, feeling as though he had won.

"House," Cuddy said. "I think we should take an MRI. To be safe."

House opened his mouth to protest, but his speech was again blurred.

"Stop screwing around House. I get it," Cuddy said, walking towards the door. But House clutched his throat, his face getting pale and white and Cuddy, whose stomach had dropped a while ago, called for a nurse.

"House!" she said, coming to him. "House." When he didn't respond, she forced him on the tiled floor where, as carefully as she had ever been before, cut a two inch hole into House's neck.

His hand quivered on the cold floor and in a hesitant manner, Cuddy quickly placed hers over his, pinned it to the ground and called again for the delaying nurse. "Stay calm, House," she said, knowing perfectly well that she was the one that needed to remain calm, "Just stay calm. You're going to be fine. I'm here."