Disclaimer: I do not own House MD or any of the characters, but I sure as hell wouldn't mind owning Hugh Laurie!
A/N: Ok, so here I am, again … and also late, again. I apologise (again) for the wait, but I've just been drowning in work for weeks and am getting closer and closer to the exams so am kind of panicking. So, yes, this chapter is a little short, and I apologise, but I wanted to write (because I needed a distraction from all the biology), but didn't have time too write MUCH more.
Even though it's shorter, I hope you still like it, I do, and I hope you keep reviewing as faithfully as you have (because it really keeps me happy :D)
Anyways, Enjoy!
For the first four hours of surgery, Wilson sat in the waiting room with Cameron, both silently waiting for news, neither praying, knowing House would call them idiots for it.
"Someone should tell Cuddy" said Cameron after a bit "they're friends, right?"
"Yea" was all Wilson replied, his eyes focused on the wall ahead of him.
He'd been thinking about it, and he'd more or less figured out what to do. He'd wait until the toughest part was over, make sure his brain swelling would go down and his neck would be fine, and he'd go to Cuddy's during the shoulder operation. He'd explain the basics to her, remind her to stay calm and do his best to keep her at home. Though he was sure that would be close to impossible.
"Wilson?" called Cameron, unsure if he'd actually heard her
"Hm?" he asked looking at her
"Cuddy? What do you think? Should I call …"
"Once he's out of the woods, I'll go over and tell her. There's to point getting her anxious now" he replied going back to staring at the double doors that led to the OR.
"Cameron?" called Chase from the doorway as he spotted her half asleep on the couch
"Yea?" she asked sitting back up
"Surgery's over"
For a few seconds, they just stared at each other, Cameron fearing the worst, and he, like any good surgeon, leaving those suspenseful moments in the air.
"And?!" she asked
"Foreman fixed his neck, he'll have to wear a brace for a while, but should be fine. And the swelling seems to be going down, though not by much yet. We've decided to wait a bit to start the other surgery, make sure he's ready for another dose of anaesthesia" explained Chase as he walked towards her.
"Oh, thank God!" she cried hugging him
Hugging back and smiling, Chase asked "where's Wilson?"
"Oh, he went to get some coffee … I'll go tell him, you go check on House" she added pulling away from the hug and smiling.
Standing outside Cuddy's door, Wilson sighed. This wasn't going to be easy. It was the middle of the night, he was tired and scared, she would surely be asleep, and this was going to be very hard. But he knew he had to tell her before someone called her from the Hospital, before she found out while she was alone and panicked.
Knocking on the door, he looked at it, in his head, running through all the things he needed to say and how he should say them.
Hearing the faint knocking noise coming from the doorway, Cuddy slowly sat up in bed, the baby immediately starting to kick as her heart rate sped up.
She knew there were only a few possibilities as to who would be at her door at such an hour, and all of them caused her heart to beat faster. The first possibility was that it was House, coming back to be with her as she wanted him to, the second was that it was Wilson, although Wilson would only really be there, at that time of night, if something bad had happened and, thirdly, there was the chance that it was someone else, someone, as House might awkwardly say, "bad".
Getting up and wrapping her robe around her as best she could, Cuddy moved slowly towards the door, her curiosity and anxiousness growing with every step.
Looking through the eye-hole, she saw Wilson standing there, his tie pulled to one side, his shirt a wrinkled mess. Apparently, something was up.
"Wilson?" she asked pulling on the sides of the robe as the cold air from outside hit her sleeping-gown covered body.
"Can I come in?" he asked
Nodding, Cuddy stepped aside and watched as he walked in and towards the living room.
"Is something wrong?" she asked him as she moved away from the now-closed door.
Looking at her, Wilson motioned for her to take a seat on the couch, for a moment remembering how, just the day before, he'd seen her and House sitting on it.
"What is it?" she asked taking a seat
Sighing, Wilson slumped down into a chair and, after running a hand across his face, looked at her.
"Wilson?"
Nodding, he started "Cuddy … I … please try to stay calm" he said, as he did, realising that that sentence was probably just going to make her more anxious
"Wilson, please …" she said, her voice doing nothing to mask the fear behind it.
"Ok, House … he, uh, got into an accident …"
"Accident?!" asked Cuddy suddenly sitting up and looking nothing short of panicked
Wilson merely nodded "Yes, he had a bike crash when he was on his way home" as Cuddy closed her eyes to keep the tears away and fell back onto the couch cushions, he continued "he was taken to the ER and was taken into surgery a few hours ago …"
"How … how is he?" Cuddy asked, almost scared of what the answer might be
Smiling softly, Wilson exhaled "He's stable. Foreman operated on his neck and reset a dislocated disk, then he drilled a hole to relieve the pressure the swelling was causing on his brain and, so far, things seem to be going well. When I left, he was still on a ventilator as he was going to be taken into surgery again to fix his broken shoulder, but, as the swelling goes down, there should be no permanent damage …"
"Should?!"
"Cuddy" Wilson shook his head "you know as well as I do that these things aren't really predictable. There was some serious swelling and, while the disk was reset, we won't know if there was any damage done until he wakes up …"
Cuddy seemed to want to say something, but her hormone-charged body prevented her from doing so and, placing both hands on her stomach, she began to cry.
It was heart wrenching for Wilson to watch, because he too wanted to cry. His best friend was lying somewhere in the hospital, unconscious, injured and, on top of it all, if something worse were to happen, if his condition worsened, he'd never get to tell Cuddy everything Wilson knew he felt, he'd never get to see his kid.
So, shifting from his chair to the couch, Wilson took a seat next to Cuddy and let her burry her head in his shoulder as his arms wrapped around her and his eyes closed. He understood her fear, because if he was scared to death of losing his best friend, he could only imagine how she might feel at the thought of losing the man she loved whose child she was carrying.
TBC
So yea, short but, hopefully, emotional and enjoyable. Please do tell me what you think, and I'll do my best to update ASAP. Until then, we all have "A House Divided" to look forwards to :D
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