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Title: None
Author: thisisaname55
Characters: House-Wilson
Rating: PG? -13?
Summary: It doesn't deserve one.
Note: Same as before: Bad writing. Bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad writing. I just feel like giving to the commune. Secomd House fanfic. (I screwed up the formatting, by the way)

 Six shots were fired at House in the lobby of the hospital. House felt nothing. They had all missed their target. 

He shut his eyes, listening to the calamity in the background, detaching himself because a shooting wasn't the first thing he wanted to deal with in the morning. People were shouting, surveying the damage, and then he heard Foreman.

"Wilson!"

House felt his heart shatter.

*

He sat at Wilson's bedside, awkwardly holding his hand. It was his first attempt at bedside manner, despite the pleas of Wilson and others.

'It's easy,' Wilson had told him in vain. 'It doesn't hurt. Just try it. Once.'

"You're the only one I'd do this for," House sighed. The door opened. House glanced up to see Cameron.

"They just shot his leg," She explained.

"Thanks, doctor. I lacked the literacy and observation skills to figure that out."

Ignoring House's remark, Cameron added, "He should be alright."

"Yeah, he should be. He should not have been shot in the first place."

Cameron left as she noticed Wilson waking up, knowing that House would want some private time.

"Hey. You scared me. Don't get in the way of another bullet, OK?" House said. "Idiot."

"I just woke up, House." Wilson groaned. "You can't save the berating for later?"

"Why should I? You got yourself shot."

"I'm pretty sure they were meant for you."

"Why do you have to blame me for things that are my fault?" House complained. Wilson smiled.

"House, I'm sorry." Cameron said. "They shot him in the head. He didn't make it."

House closed his eyes. "I thought you left, Cameron." He opened his eyes and focused on Wilson, the hospital room.

"Consider yourself lucky, Wilson. Some guy got shot in the head." No response. House squeezed his hand tighter. "Jimmy?"

"House, he's dead."

"Goddamn it, Cameron, he got shot in the leg. You told me. He's fine. Leave the room, OK?"

"House, we're--"

Quietly, Chase walked up behind Cameron, put a hand on her shoulder, muttered something, and led her away.