Time had seemed to slow drastically, so House did not know how long it had been. Except that it could not have been very long at all, because he was still conscious.

"Phedre." His voice sounded breathless and strained, like every syllable was an effort.

Why did it have to be her. She was the person he'd been most trying not to think about.

"It's okay, Phedre." The pain was starting to slip away as he got so very tired. "My leg doesn't hurt."