"Oh shit, Greg," Jack said, scrambling to the man's side. He tried to stay out of Phedre's way since she clearly seemed to have the triage element under control. Jack felt for House's heartbeat and tried desperately to look past the copious amount of blood.

"Greg? Greg..." he said, but House was out cold. Cold...cold all over. Jack imagined he could feel the life slipping from him drop by drop.