House had seemed a little down lately after losing a patient. Of course, it wasn't the patient actually dying that made House upset, just that fact that he hadn't solved this latest puzzle yet. Or so he said.
Wilson knew his friend would probably be sitting in his apartment brooding over the case. It was an unhealthy obsession. He probably hadn't eaten a proper meal since he had stolen Wilson's lunch the previous day. And he hadn't slept much during the case either.
Wilson could picture his best friend sitting all alone in his apartment popping a few Vicodin and drowning his failure to solve the case in alcohol. This lifestyle had taken its toll on House lately. He had been looking a lot paler and had lost weight. It was ironic, a doctor who couldn't even take care of his own health.
Wilson had decided to stop by the supermarket on his way to House's apartment. He knew House wouldn't have bothered to stock up on food and would just eat whatever he had. He would make sure House was ok and force him to eat a decent meal, even if it meant he had to stay and make sure his friend ate something.
He would call Cuddy to make sure she wasn't worrying too much about House. She had seemed very concerned lately too. She was his friend too, despite the constant banter. Sometimes Wilson felt a pang of jealously. House and Cuddy were his two closest friends. But they shared some special connection, most often expressed through sarcastic remarks, which he would never be apart of.
He drove, deep in thought, and didn't even notice that he had arrived at House's apartment. He parked his car and grabbed the groceries. He had made sure to check he had his spare key in case House decided not to let him in.
Wilson didn't bother knocking, House would pretend not to be there anyway. He delved into his pocket and retrieved the key. He tried to be as quiet as possible, if House was sleeping he didn't want to disturb him, he needed the rest.
He finally managed to open the door and shuffled inside. The lights were on but no one appeared to be in the room. Maybe he had overreacted…
Wilson headed towards the kitchen to put the food away. He noticed something moving on the couch. He almost dropped the bag of groceries in shock.
"Oh my god!" Wilson exclaimed.
There was House, lying on the couch, but he wasn't alone. He was lying on top of none other than Lisa Cuddy. House's shirt and hair were ruffled, which probably wasn't unusual. House's hand was creeping up her thigh, pulling her skirt with it. The buttons to her shirt were mostly undone.
The two were kissing passionately, Cuddy's hands entwined in House's hair and his running over her body. They sprung apart when they heard Wilson's exclamation of surprise. House literally rolled off the couch pulling Cuddy with him.
House and Cuddy stood up using the couch for support. House grumbled under his breath and rubbed his thigh. Cuddy looked incredibly awkward as she straightened her skirt and fixed her top. She was completely avoiding looking at Wilson.
"I was just checking to see you were alright," Wilson said smirking, "But I see you've already got someone here taking care of you."
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