A/N So if any one knows Wilson's real age, please let me know. I just pulled a number out of the air without really thinking about it.

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The Story as Told by House

Wilson had showed up late that night. He had a six pack in one hand and movies in the other. House hadn't expected him, but he never turned down a night spent drinking and hanging out with his best friend.

It had been quite late when they finished their movie watching and Wilson was more than a little tipsy. Without a word, House went to the closet and pulled out a blanket and pillow and threw them at his friend. Wilson smiled and set about making himself comfortable to spend the night once again on House's couch.

House went and crashed in his own bed, laying awake, as usual, for some time before drifting off into a light sleep.

He woke up the next morning much earlier then he had planned with his leg screaming at him and demanding that he get up and walk it out. Standing was always painful, but somehow the act of walking would dull the pain to just bearable.

He reached out and grabbed his cane from its home beside his bed and leaned heavily on it as he rose. The pain was incredible, but he knew that he had to walk or it would only get worse. Before taking his first step though, he reached down and grabbed his Vicodin from the table by his bed and popped the top. He dumped two of the white pills in his hand and threw them into his mouth, dry swallowing them quickly.

He shook his head, trying to bring himself out of the haze of pain that he was in and began the tormenting task of walking until the pain subsided.

When he walked out into the living room, he was reminded of the fact that Wilson was still there. He had forgotten that his friend had spent the night on his couch again and was somewhat angered by it. He didn't want his friend to wake up and see him in this much pain. Wilson knew that House would sometimes be overtaken by incredible pain from his leg, but it was always a matter of pride to House to keep the fact hidden.

He shook his head as he began to hope that his pain would subside before Wilson woke. There was really nothing else to be done, he couldn't just sit and let it pass; he had to walk it out. And so he began to pace, back and forth through his living room. Every now and then he would glance at his sleeping friend, somewhat surprised that his pacing with the heavy thumps of his cane hadn't waken him yet.

As one particularly horrible wave of pain took hold, House paused in his pacing right next to the couch, leaning heavily on his cane as he took deep breaths, willing the pain away. His head was hung as he gulped in air through his pain. The only thing that he had to focus on in that position was his sleeping friend.

It helped sometimes to concentrate on something else then the pain in order to diminish it and so he began to study Wilson's face. He noticed that he was covered in a light sheen of sweat and was very pale. As House continued to process this sight, it suddenly hit him that Wilson wasn't breathing.

His pain suddenly completely forgotten, he released his cane and dropped next to his friend, reaching out for a pulse with one hand as he reached for the phone on the coffee table behind with the other. There was not even the slightest flicker of a beat below his fingers. He never took his eyes off of his friend as his fingers punch the three numbers.

"911, what is the emergency?" he heard on the other end.

"I have a 37 year old male in cardiac arrest. He's not breathing and has no pulse, I'm about to begin CPR. I'm a doctor but I'm gonna need some help here," House distantly heard himself saying as he positioned himself over his friend to begin the compressions.

He never heard the response from the operator. He just told them the address and dropped the phone as he began CPR.

"Wilson!" he began to call. "Wilson, I need you to breath!"

He bent over and pushed two breaths into his friend. He felt his chest rise and fall with his breath, but there was still no pulse, no further breaths taken.

He began again and still there was no response.

"Damn it Wilson! Breathe!" Still nothing. He could hear the sirens in the distance and prayed they would hurry. This was getting him no where fast.

"JAMES!" he screamed, trying to will his friend to wake up.

And it worked. All of a sudden House heard the sound that he had been praying for as Wilson gulped a huge breath of air. He tried to rise, but House held him down, knowing that he was no where near out of the woods yet and a sudden change in elevation might just send him into it again.

Wilson was struggling against him, trying to break free. He seemed agitated and frightened, but that seemed like reasonable reaction from someone who's heart had just stopped for who knew how long.

"Wilson! Snap out of it! You're alright. You're breathing again, everything is going to be alright."

"Let go of me! No, I won't let you kill me! Let go!"

What was he talking about? Kill him? It was then that House realized that Wilson was wide eyed and wasn't really seeing anything that was there. His friend was hallucinating.

"Wilson, I'm not trying to kill you. You stopped breathing, you had no pulse. I brought you back. Now CALM DOWN!"

And with that, Wilson suddenly snapped back. He lay still for a moment, looking up at House with complete sanity once again. He seemed confused and scared, but he was Wilson once again.

And then the door burst open. The paramedics rushed in and took over. House managed to get out of their way as they rushed about their job. Somehow he had managed to grab his cane and limp to a corner where he anxiously watched the proceedings in his living room.

In a whirlwind, he was following them out the door and down to the waiting ambulance. He was about to get in with them, but a man held him back. "I'm sorry sir, there's no room. You can meet us a PPTH."

House had heard the man, but it didn't make sense. "I'm a doctor," he said. "I can help."

"Sir, you'll have to stay. We need the room to work. I'm sorry."

And with that the doors clanged shut and the Ambulance took off, leaving House staring, bewildered, after it.