Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN HOUSE… I feel like I have to shout that for some strange reason…

Hahaha I did this while I was kicked out of class. This shows how much I care about this story so please review it. It would much me feel much better…

"Damn." Wilson watched as the Dean of Medicine storm down the hall through the slim window in his office. The oncologist pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed in exasperation just as Cuddy barged into his office for the second time today. She was still snapping that damn rubber band.

"Where the hell is House?" Cuddy asked in a nervous voice. She paced the length of the office, biting her lower lip.

"I wouldn't know. He didn't call?" Wilson watched her pace. Cuddy wore a low-cut red blouse and a tight-fitting black skirt. The womanizer wasn't sure whether to stare at her ass or her cleavage. Oh, shit. Wilson coughed and looked away, guilt written all over his face.

Cuddy shook her head. "Wilson, I'm worried he may have gotten himself into trouble." She stared at him expectantly.

"I'll be finished with my work in a few minutes. I'll stop by on my way home and make sure he's ok." He dutifully assured his boss.

Cuddy nodded once and turned on her heel to storm out the door, still snapped that god damn rubber band.

There was no moon tonight so it was pitch-black outside. Wilson had to turn on his high-beams in order to see anything at all. He turned onto a one-way side street in order to get to his destination faster. It was the same one House used to get home quicker when he was in pain and didn't want to waste time was speed limits.

Wilson ran his fingers through his hair, messing up the carefully constructed locks. Where the hell was House? Something must be up if he didn't even show up at lunch to steal Wilson's food.

Curb's approaching. Wilson slowed down for the curb and smiled. House always liked to turn sharply at the curb. It gave him a rush of adrenaline and dulled the pain, he had once told the oncologist. One of these days House would get into an accident. On the heels of that thought came a nagging sensation in the back of his mind that something was very wrong. But whatever it was, Wilson couldn't figure it out.

"Get a grip, James." Wilson spoke aloud. He shook his head to get rid of the nagging sensation but it only seemed to get bigger. He parked in front of House's apartment and didn't fail to notice House's bike wasn't there. It wasn't at the hospital either. Wilson had checked before he left. He rolled up the sleeves of his neatly pressed shirt and went up the stairs to his friend's door just in case. Just as he was going to pull out his spare key his phone rang.

"Hello?" There was no reply.

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"Fuck." House said through clenched teeth. He grabbed at anything he could get his hands on to help pull himself forward. He couldn't feel the pain in his hands as they became even more torn and bloody. All he could feel was the all-consuming pain in his leg. The blood pouring from his side didn't register at all, even though there was a small pool of it from where he lay and a morbid faded trail marking his progress. Inch by agonizing inch House struggling to keep moving, never taking his eyes off the backpack.

Finally. He could reach it if he just stretched his arm. There was a foreign pain in his side. As if something was ripping. House looked down and cursed when he saw the blood staining his shirts. He ignored it for the time being and reached again for the bag. He just managed to get his middle finger hooked into the strap and pulled the bag towards him, sighing with relief. Hands shaking violently, House removed his phone and his pills.

"Damn it." Beads of sweat stung his eyes as he tried to dial Wilson's number. His hands shook too violently and the phone slipped out of his hand twice before he managed to type the whole number in. It rang. Once. Twice.

"Hello?"

House never thought he'd be so happy to hear Wilson's in his life. But he didn't say a word. With is other hand he held up the tiny orange pill bottle. It was almost full. Take a couple and he could dull the pain. Take a few more he could get high enough to escape the pain but it would come back. Take all of it and escape the pain for good.

"House? Is this you?" Wilson's voice sounded frantic. "Stop playing around. Where the hell are you? Do you know how worried Cuddy was?"

House nearly laughed. Cuddy never stopped worrying about him. She was always worried he was out vandalizing public property or something.

"House, where the fuck are you? This isn't funny." Wilson's sighed heavily. House could just see him rubbing the back of his neck. He always did that when he was nervous.

"Wilson." House finally gasped out, his voice hoarse. The diagnostician set the pill bottle on the ground beside him and eyed it longingly. "I got into at accident."

"What? Where are you?" Wilson was immediately on the alert. "Did you call paramedics?"

"No, Wilson, I didn't. I'm going to die, James." House stated calmly as he uncapped the pills.

"House, no! Where are you? I'm going to call the paramedics. I want you to hang on. Do that for me, please." Wilson was definitely panicking now.

"James, calm down before you get a panic attack." The doctor turned onto his back and stared up at the black sky with eyes clouded by pain. "I'll make you a deal. If you can make it here in five minutes and stay with me until paramedics arrive then I'll hang on but if you're not here then I can't promise anything."

He could hear the oncologist breathing heavily on the other end. "Fine, I'll play your little game. I'm already in the car. Just tell me where you are."

"That side-street on the way to my apartment, where the road curves and there's a ravine. That's where I got into the accident." House recapped the bottle as he spoke and rattled the pills inside.

"Damn it, House. You want me to go down a ravine?" Wilson exclaimed.

House's eyes drifted shut and his voice got softer. "You don't have to. You can always just go home. I wouldn't blame you."

"Greg, I'm not going to go home. I'm coming but I have to hang up now. OK?"

House could just see Wilson breaking the speed limit just to get to his friend's side. He was probably even crying. Sentimental bastard.

"Alright. James?"

"Yeah?"

"I really hate this."

AN- OK so what did you guys think? I only got one review (THANK YOU LoriB!!!!!!) so I don't really know.