I know this will probably be a controversial chapter but I wrote as truthfully and respectfully as I could.
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The journey nyumbani for Wilson and House was filled with a silence that concerned Wilson. House had not come forth with any details about the conversation between he and Cuddy. He hadn't really alisema much at all. Wilson was hesitating in asking because if the beast was asleep inside House he did not want to awaken it again.

"Your speech went well yesterday."

If I remember correctly, “I wasn't aliyopewa a choice about giving the speech.” I seem to recall a prison sentence being held over my head.

“You did a great job.” wewe are a good speaker. People listen to you.

“Yeah that’s what I should spend my time doing.” Who cares about the patients, there are speeches to be aliyopewa and asses to be kissed. That’s much zaidi important.

“At first I thought the silence was deafening House and now I think I understand why they say silence is golden.”

"Why don't wewe just ask me what wewe want to ask me Wilson?"

"How did the talk go with Cuddy?"

"Was that hard Jimmy?"

"So are wewe going to answer me?"

"I ran a car into her house Wilson." wewe haven't forgiven me Wilson; "why do wewe think Cuddy would be able to?""

I wanted to make sure that you're ready to get back to work and that you're not going to be running any vehicles into the hospital.

There's no problems Wilson. We danced, we talked, it wasn't a big deal.

House's words were certainly not lined up with his eyes. After two and a half years of aching for her touch and missing the feel of her skin, touching her and holding her in his arms was like coming home. If it was true that every life yields one great upendo and one great heartbreak, then Lisa Cuddy had been both in House's life, and maybe he had been both in hers as well.

Whatta Man. Whatta Man, Whatta a mighty, mighty good man. House's ring tone brought him back to reality.

“Speak.”

House we have a 16 mwaka old male presenting with fever, blood in his urine, and vomiting. They have run a lower and upper GI and found nothing. Urine specimen shows no infection and no abnormality besides blood.

“The blood in his urine is definitely abnormal Foreman.” Feed him a camera and we will run our own blood test and MRI. Chase can feed him the camera, the one with the nose can do the MRI and Thirteen can run the blood tests.

“Thirteen hasn’t been in for two days House” Chase replied. She alisema she felt like she was coming down with the flu.

Run the tests, “Wilson and I will be there in a couple of hours.”

“Wilson were wewe aware that Thirteen is sick?”
Yes, “she called and told me she thought she had the flu. wewe didn't have a case at the time so I told her to see a doctor and get some rest.”

She is a part of my team and wewe didn't think I needed to know. “Have wewe talked to her?”

First of all, I thought it was Foreman’s team. sekunde of all, "why are wewe so obsessed with Thirteen and her flu?” Does this have anything to do with Cuddy?

House holding his phone let a deep sigh escape from his lips; Wilson, she is not answering so lets go kwa her place. Turn here and hit exit 10.

"How do wewe know how to get Thirteen's place?"

"I picked her up from jail and we came kwa here and had sex." Wilson!

"Really?"

No. I brought her nyumbani from prison. Get your mind out of the gutter Wilson.

As House and Wilson arrive at Thirteen’s apartment they knocked for about five dakika and there was no answer. House located a key on the outside and let himself in. Thirteen!! “are wewe here?” Thirteen!!! As he made his way to the bedroom she was shaking uncontrollably and a high fever.

House rushed to her side and as he turned her over to examine her he could see that she was almost in a comatose state.

“Thirteen do wewe know who I am?” There was no response. As he looked into her eyes he noticed they were jaundiced.
Wilson call dispatch and have them get ready. She is in liver failure.

House, "why do wewe suspect liver failure?"

She takes amantadine for the Huntington's. It must have effected her liver which is why she has been so sick. we will try to flush her system once we get her to the hospital.

He picked her up while trying to steady his leg.

House, "I can get her."

I've got her Wilson. Let's go. He looked into her eyes, “stay with me Thirteen.”

Wilson dialed dispatch at Princeton and called it in as House shouted out details to him. 35 mwaka old female flu-like symptoms for two days and now escalated into shaking and despondent. Patient is jaundiced from suspected liver failure due to amantadine poisoning. We are 3 dakika out. The patient is Dr. Hadley. Get House's team together and have them meet us in the ER.

As they arrive Wilson and House pushed through the doors. House was carrying Thirteen.

House!! Foreman was awaiting them as he had gotten word. Is it the Huntington's?

We need to get a picture of her liver as quickly as we can.

“She needs a liver Wilson!” I can’t give her anything to treat the Huntington’s because it will bind with the liver and blockages will occur.

House, “she is never going to get approved for a liver transplant.”

Wilson! She'll die if she doesn't get a liver. She's young and the Huntington's is treatable.

House she has been deteriorating. In the last mwaka she has had a lot of problems.

"Wilson I want to meet with the board."

"House I'm on the board and I can't keep information back from them."

Wilson the Huntington's is still treatable."

"I am sorry House."

He took out a vicodin bottle and popped the top.

Really. I thought maybe something had changed but nothing really has. wewe are still the same self-centered bastard wewe have always been.

He stood there looking at her trying to understand how it had gone downhill so fast. He had been gone for a mwaka and it had been almost another mwaka since he’d been back. He saw little signs but nothing could have prepared him for this moment. He closed his eyes and wanted so badly for this not to be that time. When he looked at her all he could see was a doctor he actually respected, a beautiful young woman, and a body that was betraying her all too soon.

He took two vicodin and swallowed them as Wilson watched.

Foreman came to update House on the patient and that had a failing liver and they suspected a tear in the colon. They were running a test to confirm.

wewe take care of that Foreman. I am going to try and get approval for Thirteen to receive a liver.

House wewe know the drugs she will need to help the transplant will work against the Huntington’s and the amantadine she needs for the Huntington’s she can’t have because it will work against the liver. House there’s no cure and wewe know that. We can't put her on a liver transplant list.

We haven’t tried everything. Get the team together and do a differential.

We don't need a differential to know this is liver failure complicated kwa Huntington's. There is nothing we can do. House I loved her but it's over.

House stood there and watched the inayofuata few hours in desperation at her shaking and in pain. He knew Foreman was right.

“You have been keeping a bedside vigil." House there's nothing wewe could do. I am sorry.

I told her I would be there at the end Wilson. I told her when it was time I would be there to help her. I promised her.

House, the rest of the team wants to say good-bye.

Before he stepped out he dosed another measure of the morphine. He pushed her hair away from her tortured face and behind her ear." The pain etched across his face was inaonyesha the toll this was taking on him.

As he wandered through the halls of the hospital House found himself in front of the chapel. He went in and sat down and picked up his phone. He sat there holding it for a moment. It seemed as though a lifetime of regrets were catching up with him. A voice responded from the other end. Hello

"It’s Greg."

When he returned back to the room Taub and Chase had visited and Foreman was still there. She was shaking again and she was in pain. He turned the morphine up but it was barely giving her a few dakika of rest at the time.

House,"please help me," came a very faint voice. wewe promised me. He looked into a set of eyes that was once filled with life; now pleading for relief from a body that had betrayed her.

“Foreman get out.”

House wewe can’t…

“Get out”!!!!!!!!

House wewe can’t....

Then stay. Either way I am going to keep my promise.

Foreman leaned down and kissed forehead and as he left the room he looked back at House and turned and walked out.

House dosed out zaidi morphine and Thirteen slipped back under for a few moments. Just before she closed her eyes this time she looked up at him with clarity. “It's time." I've had enough.

House looked at her as he was eyeing the morphine pump. He thought back to every moment they had shared since they had met. She was zaidi like him than anyone that had ever been in his life. She had lived her life on the edge, pushing the limits, and pushing away the people that loved her.

House, "go to her." Tell her you're sorry and how wewe feel. Let her in. Give it a "real" chance.

Foreman was as close as Thirteen had come to allowing herself to “love.”
Her disease had hung over her like a shadow she couldn't outrun and step out of it. Huntington's had defined her and isolated her. It had been a thief, stealing her life away too soon.

Finding himself alone House realized he didn't want to be alone anymore. Thirteen was beautiful and as he watched her he felt an enormous sadness that he had been that close to her and never really tried to help her. He also realized how he had been living his life the exact same way.

Every organ was beginning to shut down and he had told her he would be there. She had voiced her fear about being alone and House knew what that felt like. To have no one, even if it was kwa his own choice, he was alone.

He didn't believe in an after life au did he? He flashed back to Hannah for just a moment and he really had prayed that night. She died anyway.

"Our bodies break down, maybe when we are 90 au maybe even before we are born, but there is never any dignity in it." His own words ringing in his head.
He could walk away and do nothing. He could leave. He didn't have to face this with her. It wasn't his responsibility. He took the vicodin bottle out and popped the top. He poured out a few in his hand. He stared at his hand and the bottle. He thought back to all the times this drug had caused him so much trouble. He stood there staring at his hand, and all at once he threw the pills and the bottle as hard as he could throw them.

Wilson glanced at his clock as he was feeling around for his phone that was ringing. It was three o’clock in the morning and it was House.

“She’s gone Wilson.” House didn’t wait on a reply he closed his phone and turned it off.

When Wilson got to the hospital House wasn’t there. Foreman was sitting there with her.

“Have wewe seen House?”

Yes. He called me and stayed here with her until I got here. He left this envelope with money and instructions for Thirteen’s funeral. He also left a letter for wewe Wilson. Do wewe want me to do an autopsy?

She died of complications due to her Huntington’s.
Wilson took the letter to his office and as he sat down in his chair he began to read it.