A/N: Thank you to all who have reviewed! You made my day!

My little sister was asking me why this story is rated M and I realized that it's because of suicial images and talk and the language. I didn't want to take any chances by making it T, so I just went ahead and made it M.

Also, I am warning you right now that all my medical knowledge comes from ER, House, Bones, Grey's Anatomy, and Ducky from NCIS. As far as I'm concerned, TV is not a supplement for knowledge. So from now on in the chapters, if the symptons don't match up to anything, I'm so super sorry. On with the chapter!

Chapter 4-Told You So

House made his way into the room they had put Sam in. He had an oxygen mask on, since he was having trouble breathing. According to notes that had been made on his chart by the ER doctor who had taken care of him, they may have to consider placing him on a vent because the "trama" that had been issued to his neck may start to close his throat off. He wasn't asleep though. He just stared blankly out the window of the room they'd put him in.

"Sorry about saving you that way." House said. Sam turned his head to look at him. He blinked, but didn't reply. "You can talk with that thing on."

"I know." Sam softly replied. "But why couldn't you just let me die?" He asked.

"I'm a doctor." House said. "I mean, what kind of person would my shrink think I am if I just let someone like you die on my watch? He'd take my liencse again." House explained. Sam looked at him wierd. "Never mind."

"When am I getting out of here?" Sam asked.

"When you're family comes to get you." House said. Sam seemed to withdraw then. House took notice and walked closer to the bed. Sam wouldn't look him in the eye. "I heard you say something about Dean while we were at the bridge. Is he your step-dad or something?"

"He's my brother." Sam said. "He's...he's raised me ever since I was a baby." Tears began to form in Sam's eyes and silently fall to the hospital gown he had been forced to wear.

"What about your parents?" House asked.

"My mom's dead." Sam explained. "She died when I was a baby." House noticed that he hadn't said anything about his dad. He had just talked about his brother and his mom. Maybe his dad had something to do with Sam's swan dive off the bridge in the backwoods of Princeton. And if what he had told House eariler was true, he had came a long way just to do that. New York City was well over an hour drive from Princeton.

"Sam, why did you do it?" House asked. The tears became more frequent as he began to cough.

"He'd...he'd be...bet...better off with...out...me." Sam slowly said as the tears and coughing took it's toll on him. But that wasn't the worst thing that happened as House stood over him.

Sam's heart stopped beating.

"Shit!" House yelled out. "Get me the god damn difib!" He yelled out to the nurses. They came running in with the crash cart. House pushed them aside as he ripped open the front of Sam's gown and got him ready. "Clear!" He yelled. He touched the paddles to Sam's skin and watched as the youth's back arched up. House let one of the nurses start air compressions as he looked up at the moniter Sam was hooked to. He was still flat lining. "Come on damnit!" House yelled. "Clear!" He yelled as he placed the paddles against Sam and let the charge flow through him.

This time he got a beep.

After he was sure he was stable, House wiped the back of his hand against his forehead. He placed the paddles back on the cart and allowed the nurses to push it out. He stumbled out of the room only to see Cuddy standing there, wide eyed.

"Told you so." He mumbled as he walked away. Cuddy looked at him then back in the room and sighed. She had lost her bet.

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