Disclaimer: I do not own House, M.D. or any of the other characters
Author's Note: I don't really like how this flowed, it was originally supposed to be two shorter chapters but for length's sake I put them together where you find he page break.
House had once again tried unsuccessfully to fall asleep. He sat in the same spot he'd sat in for the last several days just holding Wilson's hand. He had been staring at Wilson for what seemed like ages when Wilson opened his eyes. House's heart seemed to leap into his throat and for one moment in his life, he was truly speechless.
Wilson's eyes stared up at the ceiling for a long time before finally scanning the room around him. House could tell that Wilson knew where he was. Wilson's eyes rested on House. Finally finding his voice to say what he needed to, House opened his mouth.
"Get out, House." Wilson watched House stare at him for a brief moment before turning away to stare at the opposite wall.
House was stunned. His mouth hung agape at Wilson's emotionless words. When it was apparent that Wilson wasn't going to turn back around House let go of Wilson's hand and left. He didn't hear the nurses greet him as he walked down the hall, and he didn't remember the cab ride to his apartment. But here he stood, in the living room he and Wilson had shared countless beers in. The room spun around him and he felt like he couldn't breathe. He sat down as his chest clenched, pushing the air from his lungs. He could feel his chest heaving and something wet on his hands. When he touched his face he realized that he was crying.
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A knock drew Cuddy's attention from her paper work. She watched Cameron and Foreman step into her office. She closed the file folder on her desk and sat back in her chair. "So, what did you find?"
Cameron stared dumbfounded at her boss for a moment. "How did you..." She was stunned that Cuddy had known what they were up to. They had been so careful.
"Please. Give me some credit. House always has you ransack your patient's houses. Why wouldn't you be itching to know what it is we all missed. So, what did you find." She took a sense of pride in still being able to put them in their place.
"Nothing. Everything was normal. No note, no journals, no nothing. His place was spotless." Cameron sat down in one of the chairs opposite Cuddy.
"His place can't even be considered lived in. It's almost obsessive how clean everything was. Spices and canned goods alphabetized; it was just weird." Foreman took the seat next to Cameron. "I can't think of one thing he's done to ever make me worried about him. Maybe there was just nothing for us to miss."
Cuddy sighed and rubbed her temples. "The nurses informed me a few minutes ago that Wilson woke up. He's not very receptive to visitors right now, but if you want to try talking to him be my guest."
"How's House doing?" Cameron could imagine House being elated, maybe even smiling at the sight of Wilson's eyes.
"I don't know. House left right after Wilson woke up. He didn't talk to the nurses, and still hasn't returned my calls. Wilson won't talk about House either." She couldn't bring herself to tell them about what House had said. To tell them how he blamed himself, and that Wilson, in a way, probably did too.