You're The Patient

Chapter: 9

“Aw crap, I’d hate to call him but it looks like I’m going to have to…” a voice spoke into the darkness, the voice sounded like House but I couldn’t concentrate enough to try and figure it out, the searing pain in my chest was unbearable. “Okay House I called an ambulance they should be here” another voice said, then sighed, “I should’ve… I should’ve gone home with her tonight…” okay, so the voice I heard was House… and the other one was unmistakably Wilson. House has stayed silent as I heard somebody pace back and forth. “What are we going to do to her brother?” Wilson asked panicky, “easy when the police arrive he’ll be arrested” if I could smile I would, but an increasing headache was forming and that’s the last thing I needed on top of all this pain. Suddenly I fell back into unconsciousness, unable to hear was around me.

I awoke again, but not able to open my eyes. I heard the sound of feet shuffling, constant talking, sounds of alarms, and the familiar smell of cleaning supplies… that only meant that I was in the hospital. Fantastic. “House! What’s going on here?” a bossy voice yelled as a pair of heels came clicking by, she gasped “Amanda! What happened? Is she all right? Who did this to her?” House ignored her and just kept silent, I heard Wilson speak up, “long story Cuddy…” he trailed off, she was about to object but then I assume we left her behind and I once again fell unconscious.

This time when I awoke, it was to beeping of the heart monitor and the uncomfortable feeling of an IV shoved in my hand. I didn’t feel any pain in my chest, but that was probably because of the morphine shooting through my IV and into my blood stream, it was a little hard to breath though. When I looked around it was almost empty except for Wilson and House arguing outside my room. I tried hard to sit up without inducing too much pain.

I ran a hand through my hair, stressed and sore all over. I couldn’t remember what happened very well, and wasn’t sure what was going on in the last few hours. I observed Wilson and House waiting to see how long it would take them to notice that I was awake. And almost instantly House glanced at me, then wrenched open the door and walked in, Wilson stood there confused but then glanced at me and rushed in, both of them were at my bedside in seconds.

Wilson hugged me, and my face even showed how confused I was. I know Wilson and I fought pretty hard but even after all of this he still cares… sympathy it’s wonderful thing. “Ow…” I trailed off weakly when he hugged a little too hard, he pulled away instantly “s-sorry” he stuttered wiping his eyes of the tears that were beginning to form. I smiled weakly at him and looked down at my chest to see the cut but bandages and the hospital gowns covered it. House put his arm around my shoulders and brought me slightly closer and kissed my head. Then leaned his forehead on my head, and brought his lips to my ears, “I wish I could’ve gotten there sooner… maybe this wouldn’t have happened…” he trailed off pulling away and not looking at me but at Wilson.

They both gave each other looks, I’m not sure what emotion they were shooting at each other but they seemed to be talking to each other with they’re eyes. “Fine…” Wilson said defeated, House nodded not showing any emotion but sighed. Wilson almost turned around but halfway through he turned back and kissed me on the forehead, “good luck I’ll be watching the surgery” then turned and left. Wait… what the fuck did he just say? Surgery? Me? My eyebrows furrowed with confusion, then I looked at House. He looked at me and then grabbed my hand in his, “what did Wilson mean when he said surgery?” I asked my voice coming back, House didn’t break eye contact “when you got… s-stab… the knife damaged you’re heart pretty badly, it’s just barley making it. So we put you on the transplant list… and we got you a heart. You’re going into surgery in a few minutes…” he trailed off, using that voice that he used on the patients to try and guilt them into something.

I looked away trying to hide the horror that was plainly showing on my face. House unhooked his hand from mine but put it underneath my chin and forced me to look at him, he leaned in a kissed me passionately and lovingly. Then pulled away, “don’t worry… I won’t let you die, without a fight. I’ll be watching you’re surgery too…” he trailed off unable to think of anything, then the Transplant team came in and started prepping me for surgery, forcing House of the room. They started wheeling me to the OR, but House gave me one last kiss before he left.