Numb was the perfect feeling for House at the moment as he laid in his bed wide awake at 3am in a rainy night.

48 hours…. It had only been 48 hours since you had died. Just before that time you had talked to him on the phone for the last time saying you’d see him soon…. He didn’t expect that he’d see you in the morgue laying on the table all pale and lifeless…

Cause of death? A late stage terminal illness. Since when the hell were you diagnosed with that?! You LOOKED fine! You ACTED fine! WHY THE HELL DID YOU NOT TELL HIM?! You had been diagnosed by Wilson, AND HE DIDN’T TELL HIM EITHER!! WHY THE HELL DID YOU NOT JUST TELL HIM?!

House stared at the ceiling for what seemed like hours, and before he knew it he felt the bed dip. House huffed and turned his head to the side, realizing he was hallucinating you again.

“Go away, I have a headache…”