A/N: My sincere and humble apologies for not putting this chapter up before. I honestly thought that I had posted it. Luckily I was rereading some old fics and discovered my mistake. So, though it's been forever since I published it, here it is, the conclusion!

A Saved Life

"Cyanide?" Wilson demanded. He had responded well to the treatment and was now fully awake if still terribly weak.

"Yup; and the funny part is, it was meant for me, not you," House said from where he was still begrudgedly sitting in bed. He had felt perfectly fine, but Cuddy had threatened to restrain him to his bed if he didn't stay put for one more night of observation.

"But how? Why?" Wilson demanded.

"My Vicodin, well what I and presumably you, thought was vicodin. The pills that were on my coffee table… had 'em tested. Laced with Cyanide."

"But how did they get there? Where'd they come from? And who wanted to kill you this time?"

"Cops said the prints on the bottle matched those of the guy that shot me. I still don't know how it is that the man got away then, but it seems he really wants me dead."

Wilson stared at House, wondering how he was able to take this so cool. "This is the second attempt on your life, it nearly killed me, and your just sitting there proud of how you were able to solve yet another case? It was just another saved life to you?"

House didn't answer.

"You really are the king of denial," Wilson finally concluded.

House shrugged before saying, "And why, by the way, did you take my Vicodin?"

Wilson looked a little embarrassed before answering, "I woke up with a hang over and was going to get up to find some Aspirin when I noticed the Vicodin right there. I figured you'd never notice and I felt too sick to try and get up, so I took one. I almost took two, but I guess it's a good thing I decided that would be overkill."

"No, you would just be killed… There's no over to death," House answered.

They sat in silence for a while after that. Until Wilson couldn't take it anymore. "But how did it get there?" he asked.

House sighed. "I don't know. Now that I'm actually thinking about it, I'm sure that it wasn't there when I went to bed that night."

"That means that someone put it there while I was sleeping?" Wilson said startled.

"Must of. Didn't lock up that night, would have been easy to just walk in and set the bottle down. Probably saw you but figured that it wouldn't matter, I'm the one with the addiction."

"You know, this is rather ironic," Wilson said after another moment of silence.

"How so?"

"Me almost dying by taking the very thing I try to get you to stop taking."

House smiled, "That should teach you to meddle with other people's prescriptions. Don't you know it's dangerous to take someone else's meds?"

Wilson smiled sadly and shook his head. This was going to be a long 24 hours sharing a room with his friend…