This was it. My Huntington's was finally starting to get the better of me. My movements were becoming jerky and erratic, and was starting to have trouble swallowing. I refused to go to the hospital to be treated for this. My time had come, I knew it was coming, I just didn't want people to know. There was a knock on the door, and then a key hit the lock. I was sat by the window in a chair, looking paler and weaker than ever before. I was also a lot thinner, as I couldn't eat properly.

A tall, thin, grey haired man with a walking stick entered the room, and I looked up.
"Thirteen. Good, you're here."
"What do you want, House?" I spoke up, my voice hoarse and raspy due to being unable to swallow properly.
"I want to know if there's anything any of us can do." He replied, showing a softer side that he'd only ever shown with Wilson. Chase walked through the door at that moment, along with Wilson and my ex, Eric Foreman.
"Just get Cameron in here. I need to talk to her. Alone." I replied weakly. Wilson nodded once and pressed Cameron's number into his phone. "Cameron, it's Wilson here. We're with Dr Hadley, at her home, she wants to talk to you. In person." Wilson paused. "You need to be here ASAP." He explained and nodded. "Thanks. She's on her way, Remy. Just hang in there." Wilson looked over at me sympathetically.
"Thanks, Wilson." I smiled faintly, and he smiled back, reassuringly.

Twenty minutes passed, which felt like a century in time, there was a soft knock on the door, and Cameron came in. I looked up as she entered.
"Remy…" she piped up, her voice soft. She walked over to me, as Chase, Eric, House and Wilson all vacated the room, leaving Cameron and myself alone. I took a deep breath to steel myself, and to stop myself crying.
"Allison… This is it. My time's up. It's coming, I can feel it." I told her, taking hold of her hand weakly.
"You're not serious! Please, Remy, don't give up… We can fight this, there are medications out there that can help you!" Allison begged me, I could see that she was almost in tears. I shook my head weakly.

"Medication won't prolong my life. The most they'll do is take the pain away. I'm sorry, Alli, I can't do this any more..."
"Remy… please… Don't do this… You have to keep trying." She continued to try and sway my decision, tears starting to run down her face.
"I'm sorry. I'm just not strong enough to carry on any more. The pain is getting to be unbearable for me now, I can't take much more…" I was becoming weaker and weaker by the minute. "I love you." I spoke softly, admitting my feelings for her. "Wilson?" I called weakly, and he came back in. "Take Allison out of the room. House? I need help." House came in, and looked at me as Wilson took Allison from the room. "It's time." I explained, and he nodded. He reached into his pocket, and pulled out a syringe full of a clear liquid. He found my vein, and pushed the needle into the vein.

"Goodnight, Remy." He slowly injected the liquid into my vein, and I fell into a sleep I wouldn't wake up from.