Wilson sits in his office although he could've been home a long time ago, but he felt like he should stay with House although he's not with him and although he's been a jerk almost his entire life.
It wouldn't be right to leave him alone this night. No one deserves this.
A couple of hours ago, he talked to him and he told him that he doesn't know what he feels about the baby, but the look on his face, when he found out what happened, said more than hundreds of words and it meant more to him than he would've ever admitted.
He fell asleep from time to time in a pretty uncomfortable position in the chair behind his desk. He goes back to sleep every once in a while when he woke up, because he thought that he heard something out on the floor.
He lays his hand in his hand and notices that the sun already starts to set outside.
It's almost 4 am and he takes a deep breath and slowly the things that happened the night before come back to his mind.
No matter what a jerk House always is or was, he feels sorry for him and he also feels more than Cuddy and he remembers the last time when he found Cuddy crying in her office, because House hurt her a lot and now it's House part to take care of her.
There's nothing he could do right now except being there as a good friends. One he will always be.
He feels hungry when he stands up, but he's not in the mood of getting himself something to eat.
He thinks that he should go and see how House is doing and he prays that he's with Cuddy and not somewhere else, doing something stupid.
He blinks a few times, because of the bright daylight that already shines through the windows so early in the morning and suddenly he has to think of Cuddy and he isn't sure if he'd seen here last night or not, but he doubt that, because there's no reason for her to be here. He must've dreamed it during the seconds in which he always fell asleep.
He thinks that he probably can't stand the look on House right now, but despite that he walks to the room where she sleeps in and sits down in front of the door, staring at the door just like House did it a few hours before.
"Should I go in there or should I wait until something happens?" he asks himself, not sure if House is really in there, but if he really is, he will have to come out later.
He wakes up and tries to be careful, because he doesn't want to hurt Cuddy or wake her up. The moment he stands up, every part of his body starts to hurt, because of the uncomfortable position, but he doesn't care.
He looks at Lisa, she still sleeps, but she doesn't look that pale anymore, and her hands aren't cold anymore too.
With looking at her, he wishes that she wouldn't have to wake her up. He wishes that he can let her sleep forever to keep her away from all the pain and the cruel truth that will hit her when she starts to realize what happened to her.
He wants to protect her, keep her away from any harm, because the truth is that he can't do that. Sooner or later, she has to face it and than it'll be his part to be there for her and he knows that it won't be easy.
He doesn't want to leave, because he doesn't want her to be alone when she wakes up. He sits down in the chair and takes her hand.
He's still tired and he not able to think about anything. He feels weak and he feels like they took something away from him, he feels like he lost something.
He closes his eyes, but his mind begins to fill with thousands of thoughts again and he can't do anything about it.
He remembers why he finally walked in here, there was someone out there. Someone who talked to him and made him going in there.
After thinking about it for a while he thinks about Stacy. She was the one who made him going in here. She saved his life with that, again.
He wants to thank her again, but he knows that she won't be there anymore although she promised to wait and deep inside of him, he knows that she would and she will always keep a little place in his heart, no matter where she is, this is what he realized last night and maybe he needed that.
Without noticing it, Lisa opens his eyes.
She wants to cry the moment she opens her eyes, but she keeps her mouth shut. She tries to breathe calm. Her body hurts and she feels terribly empty, because they took her baby. They took something away from her. She already felt that once and years ago, he prayed to God that she would never have to feel this again, but he didn't listen.
She feels weak and she wants to be alone, but she doesn't dare to tell him, because she was thankful on the other hand that he was there last night.
"Hey," he says silent and almost a little bit shy and he waits for her to response the touch of his hand, but she doesn't.
He tries to hide his disappointment and tries to understand her now.
"You need anything?" he asks just to say something.
She turns her head away and whispers: "Leave me alone."
He
isn't sure if there's something judging in her voice, and even if
there isn't something like this, he feels hurt.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes," she replies. "Please."
He hesitates for a moment, but decides that it's better not to stay now and give her some time to think about it.
Slowly, he walks out of the room and when he steps out in the corridor, it's empty. Something inside of him changed and he doesn't know what he expected, that Stacy would still sit here and wait for him?
There's no sign of Wilson and he doesn't bother with looking for although a part of him tells him to.
He walks along the corridor and tries to avoid the others faces, the look of pity when the look at him makes him sick.
He walks into his empty office and steps out onto the balcony.
The air is chilling and he shivers for a moment, because his body is still warm from sleeping.
He stares into the air in front of him, far away at the horizon; he sees the sky getting brighter.
The rain had stopped.
It's time for a new day, a new dawn. Who knows how things will turn out in the future? Who knows if they will be strong enough to go through this together?
He's afraid of the next time of what will come and how things will change. He's afraid of Cuddy, because he's afraid that he won't be able to be there for her, to comfort her like she'll need it.
He's never been a man of great feelings and now even he has to change completely because she will need him more than ever.
He hears steps behind him and sees Wilson approaching slowly. He feels his hand on his shoulder, a little gesture to cheer him up or show him that he's there and he's thankful for that and thankful that he is there even without saying anything.
Almost three years later…
It's a warm spring morning and Cuddy stands by the window with a smile on her face. The last years had been very hard, but she feels blessed, because they were strong enough to go through it together.
A lot of things had changed.
She had changed, she isn't working a lot anymore, and she has better things to do now. She learned to change things, things she would've never changed before.
Greg also changed, he still can be a jerk, but most of the time he can be very nice.
She still smiles and feels to hands that lay on her waist softly and Greg hugs her from behind, placing a light kiss on her neck.
"She already looks like you," he says with a smile and turns her a little to watch at their little three months old daughter that sleeps peacefully in front of them and nothing will ever set them apart.
Forever.
My dear readers,
We reached the end of my story!
What should I say? First of
all, I like to thank you for all your nice reviews that made it even
easier to write a new chapter, although it took me such a long time
sometimes to update, sorry because of that!
It's always nice to know that there are people who wait for me to update and it's such a wonderful feeling, thank you for that.
I really hope you enjoyed the whole story. I felt like I owe you this ending, it would've probably broke my heart to write it differently.
I won't let you wait for too long, I already have a couple of new ideas and I'll try to write them as fast as it's possible.
I hope I'll see you there again!
Thank you!
P.S.: I'm sorry for my grammar mistakes!