I wanted to be mad at her –that nurse– I wanted to curse her and call her a bitch. But I wasn't and I didn't. I felt sorry for her, I envied her even, because I knew that she had no idea what was going on. She believed Wilson was the perfectly single, straight doctor that she had been lucky enough to get her hands on. Wilson would never have volunteered information that suggested otherwise. The worst part is I think he would have lied to save himself from what he believed to be an embarrassment. Whether the embarrassment was me or him being gay was still a question and I didn't want to know the answer.

"Greg, stop and talk to me for a minute. Please." Wilson's voice called from behind, breaking me out of the trance that seemed to come over me.

I ignored him and kept walking; refusing to think of anything but of how much my leg was going to hurt because of this damn dull rain. There was a gentle hand on my shoulder that gave me pause. I spun around, cane hefted in defense, and nearly collapsed as my leg gave out when I overstepped my boundaries and put too much weight on it. I would've hit the pavement if Chase hadn't quickly adjusted his grip and held me upright by my forearm.

"It's alright. I've got you." He murmured as if I was some sort of child. He must have thought I was shaken from my near fall because I was shivering from the cold and anger.

"No, it's not alright." I gestured heatedly towards Wilson who had finally decided to come out from the safety of the restaurant and into the rain. "I'm standing in a parking lot, soaked through, and my leg hurts worse than you can possibly fucking imagine. What about any of this situation is alright?"

"Greg, please just come inside and sit down so we can talk." Wilson pleaded, pushing his hair to the side so it wouldn't obscure his vision.

"Now you want to call me by my first name?" I said angrily. "Don't pretend we're this loving couple, not now."

"You never call me by first name so I don't see what that has to do with anything." Wilson shot back.

"Because I've liked you since I met you therefore nothing should change." Frustration was building up in my chest making me feel physically sick. I wanted to grab my hair and pull until it brought tears. I wanted to scream until there was no more breath left in me. I wanted to not care. I wanted to be dead.

"Things have to change, Greg. Otherwise we'll be stuck in the same place forever." Wilson said just loud enough to be heard over the hammering of rain.

"Don't talk to me about change. You haven't changed at all. I knew you would become disenchanted with this," I gestured between us, "eventually but I never thought it would come so soon. I wonder when it was you finally realized what exactly it was we were doing. Was it the day you decided to sleep with that nurse or was it earlier? Please, tell me because I'm dying to find out."

Wilson looked as if he had been hit but the blow that came to him was nowhere near like the one that just hit me. I would be lying if I said I didn't enjoy his hurt look even a little.

"House, I think we should go." Chase turned to me and spoke in a low tone so only I could hear. I realized that he still had my arm in his hand but I made no move to remove it. "You can both talk when you're calmer and someplace better."

I spun around, pulling out of his grasp, and continued my miserable walk back to my motorcycle. I did not care if hail came down. I needed to get out of here. My head was bowed though whether it was against the rain or to hide the tell-tale tears in the corners of my eye, I wasn't sure. I nearly made it back to my bike when my vision was filled with Wilson's distressed face.

"I screwed up." He said. He put his hands up, nearly touching my chest, to stop me.

"No, you're screwed up, Wilson. You've done it to others before. I don't know why I believe I would be an exception." I tried to get past but every time I tried he would step in front and block my path.

"Now wait, Greg. You aren't the only one that has a right to get upset."

"What the hell are you talking about?" I gave up trying to move around him and planted my cane firmly on the ground so I could take some weight off the injured leg.

"You honestly think that I don't know about you and Chase?" Wilson shouted angrily.

Chase stood beside me, a look of indignation etched on his face. "Wilson, I don't know what gave you the idea that House and I are involved but I assure you—"

"Don't explain anything to him." I interrupted. A smile tugged at the corner of my mouth. I found Wilson's statement amusing. "Guilty people always try to share the guilt."

"Explain to me why you're always together then." Wilson said, anger tinting his voice. "Because no one voluntarily spends time with you unless they're getting something out of it." As soon as the words were spoken he shut his mouth with an audible clashing of teeth.

That was it. That was the end of my world as I knew it. My stomach did back flips and my heart skipped a beat. I stopped breathing.

I remember trying to walk away and someone grabbing my arm. I remember feeling my knuckles crack as they connected with a jaw but whose jaw it was I couldn't say. After that it was a blank. It was like my memory was wiped clean because I didn't remember anything until I woke up in a hospital bed.

"That's was a pretty idiotic thing to do especially for someone like you."

I looked over to see Thirteen seated in the chair beside the bed, her legs neatly tucked under her.

"What happened?"

"Motorcycle, no helmet, rain. Sound familiar?" She got up in stood by the bed to flash the penlight in my eye. "Pig, monkey, sheep, goat, rat. Your turn."

"Pig, monkey, goat, sheep, rodent."

"You got goat and sheep mixed up. If you can tell me what kind of rodent I'll be impressed enough to tell Cuddy that you're cleared to get out of here."

"I'm getting old. Sue me. And it was a rat." I over at the machines monitoring my heart rate and BP. "How long have I been out?"

"Not long. Do you remember anything?"

"Not really, why?"

"We had to give you a mild sedative when you got here. Anyway, since you have a history of skull fracture I suggest you stay here for a little while to be monitored until we're sure everything checks out fine." She leaned against the railing with her easy smile on her face as she looked at me. "So, are you going to tell me what you were doing with no helmet in the rain?"

"Just felt like riding in the rain…or is it dancing? I always get those two mixed up." I touched my fingertips lightly to my skull, feeling a little pain the harder I touched.

"Does it hurt? A headache could mean—"

"It's a headache from, you know, when I fell off my bike and hit my head. It's not even a headache it's just sore." I looked down to examine the scratches on the palm of my hands. "I must have rolled. There's more damage to my hands then my head."

Just as Thirteen opened her mouth to reply the door opened and Chase walked in sporting a rapidly coloring bruise under his left eye and holding my jacket and helmet in his hand.

"What happened to you?" She said almost casually. After working with me for this long hardly anything surprises them anymore.

"Disagreement. Can you leave us alone for a minute, please?"

"Of course." Thirteen answered and left after throwing another smile my way. Accidents make everyone love you.

As soon as she left he threw himself into the chair and sighed heavily, putting my things at the foot of the bed to cradle his head in his hands.

"Did I hit you?" I asked.

"No." He replied with a heavy breath.

Sucking in a mouthful of air, I swirled it around before breathing it out. "I'm sorry I thought you were covering for Wilson."

"It's alright but can you not talk for a minute?"

"Why?"

"Because I think I'm about to be sick."

"From what? The food?"

"No, from you." Chase looked up to glare at me but his eyes softened a second later and he sighed again. "I thought you were seriously injured and I remembered you forgot your helmet which I might add is a stupid thing to do."

"So I've been told."

"Why do you have to be so fucking reckless?" His eyes pleaded with me for understanding. "The entire ride over here was easily the worst ride I've ever had."

"I thought I forgot something. Sorry I left you."

"That's not the point. What I'm trying to say is that I've never been more afraid of losing someone. I wish Wilson was right about us because I love you."

Like I said: accidents make everyone love you.

AN- What have I done? Now I'm going to have to flip a coin again and see who gets who…or you could tell me what you would like in a review or something. Just a suggestion. Anyway, hope you enjoyed…