I deleted my last house story but will keep this one. Based on the scene in Resignation where Wilson talks to house about him dosing him but starting for the middle of the scene.

This chapter is mainly that scene apart from the very end. I do not own house M.D.

Wilson was still annoyed with House. He didn't want to tell him he was on anti-depressants "I'm not on anti-depressants in on speeeed," He said. He could still feel his heart racing.

"Well that means it's a symptom of a cerebral tumour. You got six weeks to live. Mr. Well-adjusted is as messed up as the rest of us. Why would you keep that a secret? Are you ashamed of recognising how pathetic your life is?" House said limping across the room to sit on the sofa.

Wilson was across the room "It's not a secret House, its… its personal." He said moving his arms down to his side.

"How long has it been personal?" House asked suspiciously.

Wilson repeated what he said about it being personal.

"Yawning recent either you just started or you've changed your prescription," House said trying to work it out.

"This is why I take them!" House said putting his arms out towards House.

"They're antidepressants, not anti-annoyance-ants. You'd think this would naturally come up in conversation…" House said pretending to act hurt

"Oh don't act hurt. You don't care," He knew House too well for him to act hurt.

"On one of those occasions when you're pompously lecturing me on what to do to fix my life." House said

"You wouldn't take them! You'd rather OD on Vicodin or stick electrodes in your head, because you can say you did it to get high. The only reason to take antidepressants is because you're depressed. You… you have to admit that you're depressed." He said.

"Give me," House said holding his hand out

"Are you going to admit that?" Wilson started to ask

"No, I'm going to prove that in not depressed." He said still with his hand out.

"Well I can't give you my prescription. You've got to meet with a psychiatrist. You need a whole work up," Wilson said still breathing heavily. He felt his head and that he was still sweating

"Give me a Vicodin so I don't stroke," Wilson asked felling like he could have a stroke or something any moment.

House threw him the bottle witch he grabbed but Wilson couldn't open it "Are you ok, Wilson?"

House asked seeing he was breathing heavily maybe dosing him wasn't the best idea he had had recently.

"You dosed me do you think in ok …."He paused closed his eyes then opened them "…call cuddy or get an ambulance here,"

House wasn't going to argue he was too worried. No he didn't know Wilson's medical history as he grabbed his phonw he saw the Vicodin bottle slip out of his hand and him start shaking he gulped he had giving his best, and only friend a seizure…

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