Chapter 1 – Nightmare in Action

"HELP! HOUSE HAS BEEN SHOT! HOUSE HAS BEEN SHOT" screamed Foreman to the entire second floor of the Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital. Nurses and other alike ran in to assist the injured Greg House. The hospital's paramedics were soon in the meeting room putting him on a gurney.

Downstairs in radiology, James Wilson was observing a treatment on a 6 year old patient. Over the loudspeaker, a frantic voice announced, "Code yellow, doctor shot, code yellow. Remain in your offices and rooms." Wilson immediately froze. Who's been shot?! His stomach became sick. He peered out of the treatment room right after a gun shot sounded and a balding man fell to the ground. Wilson scurried out and ran to the emergency wing across the way. Before he could even imagine what had just happened, he saw House's team against the wall with their head in their hands. With that vision, he stopped dead in his tracks. "WHAT HAPPENED?!?!" he said as he ran to the window. There it was. A best friend's worst nightmare. House was getting prepped for immediate surgey to remove the two bullets. He was unconscious and loosing blood.

"Some guy who House supposedly treated came in and shot him. Once in the abdomen, once in the neck." Foreman started as he came behind Wilson. Cameron and Chase just seemed to be in disbelief and mildly hyperventilating.

Wilson tried to remind himself to keep breathing. "Call me as soon as he's out."

Wilson ran up to his office. He shuffled through his address book until he found what he was looking for. He then picked up his phone and dialed the number.

"Mrs. House. It's Jimmy Wilson. Are you sitting down?" He tried not to be so rushed. "Ho..Greg's been shot. He's in surgey right now. I had to call you."

He felt he had to be strong for his friend. As he viciously tried to fight off breaking down on the phone with House's mother, he said, "Okay, see you soon."

He put the phone and just sat there. His head was now in his hands and tears were pouring down his face.

After composing himself which took longer than he thought, he dialed another number.

"Stacy, it's Jim. Are you sitting down?"

Two hours had passed. Wilson had canceled all appointments and sat in his office. He rocked back and forth in his chair with hands held almost praying. He heard loud thumps coming down the hall. Foreman made an abupt stop at Wilson's door, out of breath. "He's out of surgery. It was extremely successful. He's being moved to the ICU."

Wilson almost fell out of his chair while trying to spring to his feet. He ran with Foreman to ICU to see Greg.

The first face he saw when they turned the corner was Cuddy. She had obviously been crying due to the faded makeup around her eyes. Wilson, who was fresh out of tears, couldn't think of anything to say. He just put his arms around her and held her. Chase and Cameron were in the lobby talking to police about the incident and the suspect, who had to be taken to another hospital.

"Can I see him?" Wilson choked out. Seconds later Cameron and Chase walked back over the to the group of worry stricken doctors. Cuddy nodded. As he went for the door and opened it slowly, Cameron made the move to go in with him. "Don't." he said as he looked at her square in the eye. She immediately backed off and walked back over to her teammates, looking like she just got yelled at by her 3rd grade teacher.

Wilson took one deep breath and walked in.

House was a tall man, but he looked so small and so frail in that hospital bed. His neck was bandaged, tube still down his throat, and constant monitors around them. He walked over slowly and took his friends hand for a moment, gave it a quick squeeze and let it go.

"You're going to get through this," he said so quietly that House couldn't had heard even if he was awake.