House MD

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I was bleeding

There's no question about that

A lot

I tried to assess what was happening but my thoughts were cloudy

Oddly enough there was no pain

Nothing

What felt like minutes was only seconds

A swat member saw my wound and pointed it out to another

I was on the floor at this point

But then the worst part

Wilson.

He saw me like this and ran towards me

He yelled something I couldn't exactly make out. I can only assume it was for help. He was stopped by a swat member.

I just watched as they pulled him away and rushed to help me

Then it went dark....

Beep beep beep

Ah, a sound I'm all too familiar with. I woke up to it in a hospital bed.
Your not usually supposed to remember these things but I remember everything.
The gun going off
The bleeding

Wilson

Wait.
Where's Wilson?

I sat up and looked around I was alone in the room. As I sat up I felt a stinging pain in my abdomen.

There it was, there was gauze overtop of course but I knew what lie underneath.

I gently swung my legs over the edge of the bed. I felt the cold texture of the ground against my toes. It made me shiver.

I started to put my weight onto my feet, slowly of course. I didn't want to fall and tear any stitches. I grabbed onto the side of the bed and pulled myself up. I was standing.

I heard something behind me.
I turned around and saw Cameron.

"Oh my god, Amelia. You're up!?" She gasped and quickly walked over to me

"It appears so"

"I was hoping the sarcasm might have stayed asleep" she joked

I laughed but it hurt my stitches so I cut it short. Cameron noticed me clench my stomach.

"Here, sit down. You shouldn't be standing right now"

I sat at the side of my bed

"How long have I been out?"

"Well it ac-"

"Just tell me"

"Almost 6 weeks"

"Oh wow, I've been out that long? No wonder I'm starving" I joked

Cameron let out a weak smile. Something was up.

"There's something you should know." She said

"What, did something happen to one of the hostages? House? Wilson?-"

"No, just through the stress and the shot and the coma... well, they found some psychological issues"

"What?"

"You may experience, personality changes, severe mood swings and...."

"Andddddd....?"

"There's a standing chance of a psychotic break"

"Oh"

"But you don't need to worry, you've got all of us all around you. Me, Chase, Wilson, Cu-"

"Wilson. Where's Wilson?!?"

"He stayed here day and night for the first few weeks, but after awhile he couldn't stand to see you like this anymore. We haven't seen him in 2 weeks"

"Wow, well I wouldn't want to see him like this anymore either" I said fiddling with my bedsheets

"I'll tell him and the team you woke up, they'll all be so thrilled"

"Ah, I'm a pretty big asshole so I wouldn't count on it"

3 weeks later
Everyone was so excited for King to wake up. Wilson was beyond happiness. She came back to work after 2 weeks and decided to take things slowly, taking her time to ease back into the norm

(Back to Kings POV)

I've been back at work for awhile now and things are going just fine. I was taking things slowly.
We were all sitting at the table in the office trying to diagnose a new patient. We ruled it as Lymphoma and now Taub and Foreman were running the rest of the tests.

I had to admit something though.

Something about Wilson and I has been off lately.

It wasn't his fault though, he's been nothing but great and supportive.

Just something's different, I don't feel the same way anymore.

I was zoning out thinking about it when Chase called my name.

"Earth to King, come in King" he said

"Sorry, I was thinking about something"

It was just Chase and I in the room as everyone else was with the patient.

"What's up, King? You seem off" he said

"Well as I was shot I think I'm entitled to be off right now"

"Fair"

It was silent

"I think I'm losing my mind" I blurted out

"What, why?"

"I can't sleep at night, I'm having insane thoughts. I feel like I'm a different person"

"Well that's expected. But what do you mean by insane thoughts?"

"I don't want to say"

"King, I can't help if you don't tell me"

I contemplated telling him. This could forever change everyone's perception of me.

"I think I'm going to kill someone"

"I- like Murder?"

I nodded

"And I don't think they're going to stop........ unless I do it"

"And these are intrusive thoughts your having?"

"Yes" I looked down as I said it

"Well who?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well is it a specific person your thinking about?"

I paused

"Wilson"

I'm sorry it's so short. This is kind of a placeholder chapter. The next one will hold some serious stuff 😉 (requests are also open)