Dark Paradise - House M.D.

Part 26- Die For You

"I'm sorry, I can't understand you... can you say it one more time?" The 911 operator asked calmly to Madelyn. 

Madelyn stood on the other end of the phone call completely disheveled. She took a deep breath, swallowed, and attempted to repeat herself for the third time,

"My husband crashed on his motorcycle, I can provide you his number so you can track his location." 

She read off House's number to the operator and almost immediately they were able to locate the site of the crash. 

"Ma'am, we're dispatching police and paramedics as we speak. They should be there in no more than five minutes."

"Send him to Princeton-Plainsboro, please. He's a doctor here. Thank you so much." Madelyn told the woman before hanging up. 

Having returned to House's office in the hopes of finding him a few minutes prior to the phone call, Madelyn knew the closest person she should alert was Wilson. She raced out of the room and down the hall towards his office. 

She swung the door open with almost too much force then entered his office, breathless:

"James!" She gasped, running to him. He stood up from his chair and examined her ghastly complexion. 

"Madelyn? Are you going into labor?" he asked with concern. 

"It's not me," Madelyn shook her head violently, "It's House. He got into an accident." 

Wilson walked with Madelyn out of his office leading them both down to Cuddy's office where Madelyn explained (the minimum details she knew) to them. 

"Let's get to ER immediately." Cuddy insisted, "He'll be arriving any minute." 

The three of them rushed down to ER where they met the rest of the team. Before any of them could really exchange any words, a group of paramedics burst through the doors with a man strapped to a gurney; a non-rebreather was covering his face and his hand that was holding it up was coated with deep, scarlet lacerations. 

"Greg." Madelyn's mouth moved, but only a frail whisper came out. 

Wilson consolingly placed his hands on Madelyn's shoulder to keep her in place; he was worried she would run right beside the gurney and totally lose it. Madelyn remained still. As the paramedical moved along, the gurney passed by and House reached his other free hand out as if he was waiting for Madelyn's hand to grab it. 

Madelyn burst into tears, and covered her face in her hands as Thirteen and Foreman moved in to hold her. Wilson moved closer to Cuddy, both of them giving each other looks of morose–were they all about to lose the one person that connected them all together?

"Where's his wife?" one of the paramedics shouted from down the hallway, "Where's Madelyn House?" 

Unable to speak herself, Cuddy spoke for her, "She's right here. But she's almost nine months pregnant. The stress of the situation could be harmful for her." 

"One or two of you can come back instead." The paramedic told Cuddy. 

Unanimously, it was decided that Cuddy and Wilson would go back with House while the team looked after Madelyn. 

"They just need to examine him and if it's bad we'll deal with it. If it's not, we'll all be cleared to see him in no time." Thirteen attempted to assuage Madelyn's nerves. 

"Okay." Madelyn nodded, her hands shaking even as she clasped them together with a grip she didn't even know she had. 

It wasn't until almost half an hour later that the team got any word of progress. Wilson paged Foreman,