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" That was rather enthralling yesterday, wasn't it?" House was lying on his bed staring at the ceiling, tossing his cane from one hand to the other. It wasn't like him to start a conversation with Amber, but House's mind was nervously thinking away ever since the incident yesterday. House started to realize how incredibly lonely he was, he hated Wilson and he hated Cuddy, he loved them, but he hated them. House knew that he wasn't allowed visitors, but so was the guy across the hall. The guy opposite him would always receive letters or telephone calls, and he had to be at least nine times crazier then he was, House deducted. Being that he was so lonely, he needed someone to talk to, he needed to talk, but he didn't want to, he didn't want to share his feelings to anyone, especially not to a hallucination, and a mean one at that. After years and years of bottling up his emotions it was rather difficult to uncork that bottle, especially when that cork was not made of cork, but metal.

" Do you think it'll happen again?" Amber asked excitingly, " I think that outburst was a major improvement in our relationship," House twitched, she smirked, " after all, that outburst demonstrates that you are starting to see me and accept me as if I was really here," House's heart sank, he didn't like that concept at all. House glanced at her for a second.

" Does that mean I actually get to hit you now?" He asked, " Since I'm 'seeing you and accepting you as if you were really here?'" She didn't answer and he didn't care. His thoughts drifted back to Cuddy and Wilson, that's why he was crying yesterday, he missed them. He missed them terribly, but he would never say that out loud. House always felt he needed to be strong, he always felt like he didn't need anyone, that he could handle anything that came his way all by himself. Being completely honest with himself, he it scared him how much he missed them and needed them. House rolled over to his side and looked out the window, it was sunny.

" What do you think they're doing?" Amber asked.

" Wilson and Cuddy?"

" Do you think they're doin' it?" a wicked smile came across her face, " I mean that would explain why they haven't contacted you…they just…don't know how to break it to you…" House scoffed, " They do have a common interest and they are both hurting…they might have reached out to something…warm," House clenched his teeth.

" Oh please, do you think Wilson would actually do something like that, after playing matchmaker with the two of us for so long--"

" Perhaps he gave up, after all, how could Cuddy-Bear possibly fall for a drug addict," She barked a laugh, " How could the Dean of Medicine fall for a drug addict?" House remains motionless as Amber spoke these words. It seemed…possible…House shook his head.

" How could a perfectly caring and sensitive oncologist fall for a bitch?" He raised his eyebrows, Amber still had a wicked smile on her face, " After all, you and Wilson are the essence of 'opposites attract' so why couldn't it work out for me and Cuddy?"

" Who are you trying to convince, House?" House rolled his eyes, but in his heart he knew that it would be difficult to start up a relationship with Cuddy after everything had happened.

" They would be a cute couple," House's comment was stuck in his throat, he thought if he acted like he didn't care if Cuddy and Wilson were in a relationship that maybe Amber would lay off, " They're both respected, honest, loyal, responsible…but then again if they were in a relationship they would be the contradiction to 'opposites attract'," Amber shrugged. All of a sudden a knock came at the door. House sat up in his cot looking nonchalantly out the window opposite the door. House assumed the doctor would just walk in without having to be welcomed; They must have gotten a new doctor for me House thought happily.

" My I come in?" The voice was muffled behind the door.

" Say the magic word, and I don't mean 'please'!" There was a pause.

" Open Sesame?" House furrowed his eyebrows, the voice sounded familiar.

" Guess again!"

"…Abracadabra?"

" Still wrong."

" I-I give, just let me in, House," Yes, House had a feeling he knew who was behind the door, but he would not get his hopes up.

" …The magic word was actually 'Presto Change-o'…no one ever seems to remember that one," House sighed and his eyes glowed with saracsm and unfriendly coolness, " Enter at your own risk, after all I'm crazy…" The door opened and in stepped a man with tired brown eyes, tarnished brown hair and a weak smile upon his face, this man made House's heart beat very fast, he gulped.

" Hi…House," Wilson awkwardly closed the door behind him, not taking his eyes off of his companion, " How are you feeling?" House, who, at first, was suddenly overwhelmed with joy, was now enraged. House twitched slightly and barked a laugh.

" How am I feeling? Gosh, Wilson I didn't know you cared!" House stood. Wilson looked like he was about to say something, but House continued, " It's kind of a foolish question to ask, I mean, after all, how would you be feeling if you were stuck in a loony bin only to have the company of a doctor who picks his teeth with his pen and twiddles his thumbs like he knows what he's doing and a sarcastic, annoying, constantly insulting hull--!?" House stopped in mid-sentence; he looked around the room and saw that Amber was no longer there. House blinked a few times and looked at Wilson's eyes, House dropped his cane in shock and backed up a few steps, this can't be happening, this isn't happening, he thought. Wilson took a few steps forward.

"House? House, what's wrong?" House put up a hand as if to say, 'stay back', Wilson froze in his tracks. House cleared his throat This is not happening, Wilson's real right now, he's real, he's really here, he wanted to see me…House tried his very hardest to convince himself that the man who stood before him was not a hallucination, but a real, live, man, a man that he cared deeply about and who House desperately wanted to see.

" House?" Wilson asked again.

" Why…," House decided to see if this man was real, " why haven't you written to me?"

" We-well I--"

" Is it because of Cuddy?" There was a pause.

" What? What about Cuddy?"

" Are you sleeping with Cuddy?"

" What!" Wilson raised his eyebrows.

" Is that why you haven't written to me? Is that why you haven't contacted me?" House limped a step closer to Wilson, " Because you couldn't break it to me that you were having sex with Cuddy?" House took another limping step towards the man and grabbed his collar, " Are you?!"

" No, House! I am not sleeping with Cuddy!" House soften slightly, but still have a fierce glow in his eyes.

" Then why haven't you written to me?"

" House, let go of me," Wilson tried to release himself out of House's grasp, but House just took his other hand holding the other side of his collar as well.

" Answer me first," Wilson blankly stared at his friend.

" I-I," House's eyes were electric blue, burning with intensity, staring, with such a fire, at Wilson's eyes, " I…didn't know what to say…," House slowly let go of Wilson's collar. House's hands were limp at his sides in disbelief, House blinked hard and licked his lips, and he let out a short breath and clenched his fists. House didn't care if the man before him was real or not at this moment because whether or not he was or wasn't real, it didn't matter. House was angry and he wanted to let someone know even if that someone was a figment of his imagination.

" You didn't…know what to say?" House's voice cracked with anger and fustration, he stared at the ground as he spoke, " You didn't know…what to say?"

" House, I--"

" You didn't know what to say?!" House started, he flickered his eyes at Wilson, House bit his lip and shook his head slightly.

" House, please, I…I…," House's knuckles were white and he just couldn't hold it in anymore, House wailed his fist at the tired man before him. Wilson didn't see the hit coming and fell to the floor with a hard thud, he felt the inside of his cheek bleeding, the taste of blood was bitter.

" Get the hell outta my sight…hallucination or not…," House sat on the bed and picked up his cane. Wilson remained frozen on the floor his hand rubbing his cheek methodically. House glared at him, " I said 'get out'," Wilson breathed in and out deeply.

" No…," Wilson said this kind of dazed and confused as if he didn't realize what he was saying, he shook his head and then said more seriously, " House, listen to me," He got up off the floor grudgingly, as if fearing he was going to be slammed down upon the carpet once more.

" I don't want to listen to you, I want you to get…," House's heart ached slightly, " I want to you stay away from me," House didn't want Wilson to stay away.

" House…"

" I can't see the problem with my request," House looked at him with painful eyes glossed over with bitterness, " After all; you didn't seem to have a problem with saying away from me for four months, why stop now?" Moments pasts, everything was incredibly still.

" House…" Wilson said even softer than he did last time, " You know nobody was allowed to visit you…up until now…but I'm sorry I didn't write to you," House scoffed, but he let Wilson continue, " I didn't write because…well, I was scared, I was scared a-about what-what kind of letter I was going to get back," Wilson barked a sigh, " It's just…you know, I call the doctor every week, every Friday, to make sure you were okay, that you weren't being put into a straight jacket and were headed off into a padded room…," Wilson smirked as if trying to lighten the mood, " I just…," and then they were quite again, Wilson put his hands in his jacket pockets.

" You were afraid that I was going to remind you of your brother," It was a statement so Wilson didn't need to answer. Wilson sat on the bed next to House and put out his hand.

" Are we okay, House?" House looked at Wilson, rolled his eyes and took Wilson's hand.

" Sure we're okay, but that doesn't mean I forgive, you're not off the hook yet," Wilson nodded, that's probably the best we're going to get. House glanced at Wilson; there was a rim of blood around his lips.

" You might want to go to the bathroom and wash that off," House gestured to his lip. Wilson nodded.

" Yea, I'll be right back," Wilson walked out of the room and closed the door behind him. Even now, House felt alone, he knew it was only going to take Wilson a few minutes to rise out his mouth. House realized a new found hate for something… solitude. House twirled his cane and the minutes seemed to go by very fast, but House wished they went slower. Five minutes went by, he was okay, ten minutes went by, he was still okay, fifteen minutes, his heart started to quicken, twenty minutes, and he wouldn't sit still anymore. House got up after twenty minutes of waiting for Wilson, House walked to the bathroom down the hall. The bathroom only had one toilet and sink, the door was closed.

House stared at the door, should he test to see if the door was locked or should he politely knock? He wanted to hear Wilson's voice, House wanted to hear Wilson say 'Sorry, someone's in hear' or 'One minute'. House knocked on the door, nothing, he knocked once more, still nothing. House stood there for a minute, This isn't happening,…please…, "…please…," House whispered to himself as his put a shaky hand on the handle, slowly he turned the unlocked door and swung the door open to see an empty bathroom. Maybe he got an emergency call, some cancer brat dying faster then they expected…damn cancer brat…House licked his lips as he made his way to the front desk, a plain looking brunette saw him and smile.

" Good afternoon sir," She said cheerfully.

" Did a man by the name of James Wilson happen to sign in to visit someone?" House skipped over the pleasantries with a frantic look in his eyes. He watched her pick up the clip board, her eyes scanned the page diligently, when House saw her flip to the next page, he already felt defeated.

" He signed in today?"

" Yes," The girl looked at the first page once more and shook her head.

" No…," She remarked, " Perhaps did you mean to say James Maguire?"

" If I meant to say James Maguire, I would have said James Maguire and not James Wilson," House snapped at her and walked back to his room, panicking. Once he got back to his room he found Amber there with that sick smile on her face, words didn't need to be exchanged, her smile was enough the break him. As he sat down on the bed and began to cry in his hands, Amber stood over him with such happiness.

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