Beep Beep. The sound of House's heart monitor and his shallow breathing were the only disruptions of the sad silence in hospital room 28C. No one had breathed a word for hours. No one dared to break the melancholy mood. And no one wanted to. It took many hours, but sometime past eleven, the electric blue eyes of Gregory House blinked open. They searched the room, finding Cuddy sitting on the couch with her head in her hands and the ducklings staring at him worriedly.
Well, that wasn't entirely accurate. The first duckling, Chase, looked more relieved than anything and the second, Cameron, was glaring at him as if she would swallow him whole right then. It was honestly a little unnerving. House knew he'd be in for it later. As for the third duckling, Foreman, well he did look worried.
None of their expressions did anything to comfort House. He sighed heavily and turned his head so he was looking out the window and onto PPTH's campus. He had to hide the look of disappointment and hopelessness that had etched itself onto his handsome face.
He hadn't come. House hadn't really expected him to either. He didn't blame him. If he was going to be totally honest with himself, then he would've admitted that Wilson was gone forever.
"YOU IDIOT!"
House jerked around to see a very angry Dr. Wilson running to side bed. And for the first time in a long while, House cried.