A/N:So I love how I Wrote it. It's still in third person, but through House's point of you. I hope you all enjoy

House didn't want to open his eyes. He didn't know if it was the sun or lights, but something bright hit his eyelids and he didn't want to open them. Not like he had the energy to anyways. So he sat there and listened. Listened to everything around. The beeping he heard confirmed the first thought in his mind. He was in the hospital. Actually, he was trying to remember what happened to bring him here, but all he remembered was bright lights and a crash. Oh, and pain. There was definitely a lot of pain. And not just in his leg, but in his chest and head and back and everywhere. What time was it anyways? House had no idea. It could gave been days. He doubted it was weeks though, but it very well could have been possible. The sound of the door to the room opening pulled him out of his own thoughts and he became more alert.

"Here you go." He recognized Wilson's voice say to someone on his left side. He sounded pretty tired, like he hadn't slept in a while, but not much different then normal.

"Thanks James." The voice croaked. It took him a second, a second longer than it should have, to realize it was none other than his own girlfriend Danielle. He was mad he couldn't detect it right away but her voice was soft, hoarse and shaky, like she had been crying. He figured she had been. House cursed himself for making her upset, even if it wasn't on purpose. Her happiness made his life worth living. She was sitting on his left side since that's where her voice was coming from. It was silent as the door was closed. Then there was a shuffle on the right side of the bed, House assumed Wilson sat down over there.

"Anything?" Wilson asked, confirming House's deduction. It wasn't a huge accomplishment for him, but it was all he could do in the state he was in. It was silent again. House assumed that Wilson's question was asking about him. And Danielle probably shook her head in response.

"You know I was mad at him." She said. This shocked House, but nothing on the machines revealed how he felt. Although, it made sense to him before she explained. He didn't have the best track record. "I thought he blew me off like he used to when we first started dating. Instead of spending time with me, he would be out drinking or whatever. Now I feel terrible since I know he was coming home to spend time with me." House heard her sniffle, like she was starting to cry.

"Hey. Hey. Dani, don't be like that. At least he's gonna be ok." Wilson said softly in the caring voice that made his patients love him so much. "He's alive and going to make a full recovery and be back to being the annoying cocky pain in the ass we all know and love." Danielle gave a small laugh to that and House assumed she was smiling. He cursed that he had no energy at all to move. Her smile would be the one thing to make him not feel like such shit. At that moment he heard the door open again.

"Hey." Came Cuddy's voice at the foot of the bed. That shocked House, again. And again the machines showed nothing that would indicate that. He wondered why she was here. But he knew that he was her best doctor(Wilson being a close second). "Anything yet?" Again more silence, which House again assumed either Danielle, Wilson, or both shook their heads. The door to the room closed. "I'm surprised he survived." Cuddy said.

"Honestly, me too." Danielle said with a sigh. "I'm glad, don't get me wrong, but they were in a pick up truck. He was on a motorcycle."

"Did they catch the guy who hit him?" Wilson asked. Silence as Cuddy responded with a head movement.

'Dammit!' House thought to himself. 'I wish they'd say what the answer was! If only the knew I was coherent.'

"Yes." Cuddy answered.

'THANK YOU!' House yelled in his head. Which ended up giving him a headache. 'Oh fuck me.'

"He's downstairs in the ER with the police and a terrible hangover." Cuddy told them.

"Well he deserves that hangover." Wilson said.

"And more." Danielle muttered. It was silent again. "What?!" House assumed they looked at her in shock. He had to admit that his girlfriend could be a total devious bitch at times if she wanted. And that made him proud. "We all thought it. I was just the one to say it." Her voice went soft. He heard Wilson stand up after about a minute of more silence.

"You hungry Dani?" He asked.

"A little." She answered. House heard two people leave. Then a soft hand grabbed his. "I'm right here Greg." Danielle said softly to him. "You'll be ok. I'm going to make sure of it. I promise you."

'I love you Dani.' House thought as he mustered up as much energy as possible and tried to squeeze Danielle's hand, to tell her he loved her, or he wasn't an invalid, or something. But the squeeze was barely there, feeble and weak. 'What the hell? Maybe you are an invalid since it seems you can't even squeeze your girlfriend's hand. You know what you are? Pathetic.' He mocked himself in his head, at how weak he was. He didn't even think she felt it until she squeezed back.

"I love you too." She whispered and gave the back of his hand a kiss as she stroked his forehead with her other hand. And that was the last thing House remembered as the darkness consumed him.

I hope you all liked it. I do! Anything you want to happen next? I'm open to ideas! :)

~Littlemiss-RozaAnn~