A/N: I'm glad no one Killed me with the last chapter. So on to the next part.

Danielle had finally managed to pull herself together and decided to get dressed. She was finishing up and wiping her face when there was a knock at the door. She opened it to find Wilson standing there. She wasn't surprised.

"I'm guessing you got the call too." She croaked. Wilson nodded. She knew she looked like crap.

"I figured you'd like a ride." He said softly. "You clearly are in no condition to drive." Danielle couldn't argue. She was shaking and her eyes were starting to water again to the point Wilson was barely a blur. She blinked them away. She couldn't even remember where she put her glasses so she could drive.

"Thank you." She said hoarsely. She walked out and Wilson closed and locked the door behind her. They walked downstairs in silence. Wilson opened the passenger side door for Danielle. She smiled in return, not trusting her voice. She knew if she spoke, she'd start crying again. And her eyes were already burning.

"How are you handling?" He asked in the car after most the ride was silent.
"As best as I can I guess." She said softly as a few stray tears leaked down her face. She knew that was going to happen.

"Hey it'll be ok." Wilson said with a comforting hand on her knee. She gave a small they got to the hospital, they ran up to the receptionist. They didn't say a word and she gave them directions, since she knew. Everyone in the hospital knew House was with Danielle. And if they didn't, Even patients knew Wilson and House were best friends. So they hurried down the Hallway and when Danielle saw him, she froze. There in the room, lay House. Unconscious and hooked up to what looked like dozens of machines, but it was probably only two or three. Danielle had to close her eyes tight. Wilson came up and wrapped her in a hug. She hid her face in him and started crying hard. She just needed comfort at the moment. Wilson tried his best not to, but his own tears started welling up in his eyes. He tried to blink them away, but they just leaked out. That was his best friend in there. Sure House was an asshole, a cocky son of a bitch. He probably was the last person anyone wanted to be stuck in an elevator with. But House was still a loyal and true best friend. Wilson honestly couldn't ask for a better one. No matter how much House pissed him off, he still was there for him, even taken the blame for him. Just then Blake walked up to them, pulling him out of his thoughts.

"As you two know, you both are his emergency contacts." Blake said. Danielle looked up and pulled away from Wilson when he spoke.

"What happened?" She sniffled as she wiped her face clean.

"A drunk driver hit him. Surprisingly, he came away with minimal damage considering he was on a motorcycle. And that had barely damaged done as well. It's been towed into the parking lot. It's apparently still working. House has suffered a few broken ribs and a punctured lung, but he should be fine and back to normal in no time. It was a miracle it wasn't worse, since he was hit by an pick up truck." Blake said.

"Well he'll be happy his motorcycle is still drivable." Wilson said. Danielle gave a small laugh under her breath. She knew it was true. That was going to be he's concern.

"You two can go in there." Blake told them.

"Thank you." Danielle said as she hurried into the room with Wilson behind her. Tenitively, she walked up to the bedside. She looked at her boyfriend. He looked powerless. Not the confident prick he held himself daily as. Not even the sensitive man that only opens up to her. She'd even take when was scared of losing her that one time over what she saw before her. Gently, she reached down and laced her fingers with his. At his touch, Danielle broke down, hating herself for being mad at him earlier.

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~Littlemiss-RozaAnn~