"Wilson! He's stopped breathing!" Cuddy shouted as she fumbled to get her seatbelt off so she could get a better look at House, who was slumped on the back seat next to her, his head back and mouth gaping.

The ambulance had barely stopped when Wilson tore open the rear doors and started searching for the necessary equipment. The EMT's ran round to see what he was doing and to see who the hell this maniac in scrubs was.

"Get him out of there, there's too much pressure on his lungs, he can't breathe" Wilson snapped at the EMT's, grabbing the equipment from the ambulance, not trusting them to be quick enough.

They stared at each other dumbly before peering at House in the back of the Mercades.

"We can't move him if he's got any other injuries-we have to assess-"

"He doesn't have any other injuries that are worse than the collapsed lung right now" Wilson shouted, trying to get the large EMT to move so he could get to House, he didn't have time to play guess the diagnosis with a couple of med school drop outs!

"But he's bleeding-"

Wilson shoved the EMT out of the way, cursing his inexperience and going by the book, he took the chest drain kit that he had taken from the ambulance and tore it open.

"Whoa, what are you doing?" The EMT shouted as he grabbed Wilson's arm, not allowing him to help House. He wasn't about to let some crazy guy in scrubs use their ambulance equipment to potentially kill some guy – this was a law suit waiting to happen!

"I'm a Doctor, he already has a collapsed lung-the other one will follow if I don't do this…" The EMT still didn't let go, "I need to perform a Tube Thoracostomy before both lungs go and he dies, so get off me right now!" Wilson snarled.

The EMT seemed startled at the rage in Wilson's tone and let him go, hesitantly, as he looked to his partner who took the easy option of dealing with Cuddy and was more than happy to stay out of the argument!

Wilson cleaned the area speedily and inserted the chest drain between House's ribs with shaking hands, but the tube didn't only release air – it released blood, Unilateral Hemopneumothorax Wilson noted; 'you don't do things by half do you House?' he thought as he watched the blood run out of the tube and down his exposed stomach.

"C'mon, breathe House" he whispered as he took the O2 mask he had taken from the ambulance and placed it over House's mouth and nose, gently pressing House's chest to see if enough pressure had been alleviated yet. It had. Wilson could see House's chest faintly rising and falling, he felt the rush of panic subside and be replaced with immense relief as he realised that had the ambulance arrived a few minutes later, House would surely be dead right now.

"Get the stretcher" he snapped at the sulking EMT who stood behind him, arms crossed and looking pertubed.

It took both EMT's and Wilson to get House out of the car; meanwhile Cuddy was loaded up in the ambulance and looked on worriedly as they carefully lifted House's limp body from the car onto the stretcher then in with her.

Wilson was cursing at them and trying to list off House's injuries to make sure they didn't aggrivate any of them "broken ribs – 4th and 5th but one or two others higher too, causing the punctured lung; broken collar bone, his right ankle is fractured and his right leg has the visible trauma…" he trailed off as they loaded House into the ambulance and hooked him up with an I.V and the Oxygen mask.

He heard a moan coming from House as they inserted the I.V tube into his vein, so he grabbed his other hand for support. "House, you're gonna be ok – you're in the ambulance, just hang in there" he squeezed his hand, not caring that he used his patronising tone for House again, he really meant it so why not use it. House squeezed back which made Wilson relax a bit, it was going to be ok – the nightmare was over for them.

"Where's the nearest hospital?" he shouted to the large EMT as he shut the smaller one in with House and Cuddy.

"Monmouth Medical Centre– its ten minutes drive down the highway" he shouted back before he jumped into the driver's seat and sped off.

Wilson was about to race after them when the young cop from before ran out calling his name "Mr Wils-er,Dr Wilson, they've got Barker!"

"Who have?"

"The state police caught him trying to sneak off on a light aircraft at an abandoned airfield about 2 miles out of here, aparently the guy piloting had a pretty nasty concussion and could't keep the plane on the runway."

Wilson let out a wary laugh before going to drive off, the officer stopped him "Er, you can't actually take this vehicle, it's evidence really-I'll take you to the hospital now in my squad car though?"

He didn't need telling twice, he jumped out and waited eagerly for the officer to get his keys.

Once in the squad car he slumped into the passenger seat and let out a huge sigh, 'that's the last time I take time to talk to patient's so called families on a Friday night' he thought to himself as they sped down the highway after the ambulance.

The End…or is it (well…yes actually - it is the end of this fic!)

Author's note: Hello, me again! I hope you liked the story, my first fan fic ever, I enjoyed writing it so much – thanks for all the great reviews (especially to Shy of Silence, KylaRyan, bmax and Ravenwood85!)

My next fic actually follows on directly from this, it's a Cuddy/House friendship hurt/comfort fic. I can't decide on a title though…any ideas, please message me with suggestions!