A/N: My first story, so be gentle. Hope, you'll like it:)
When House and Wilson left the hospital together it was already quite dark outside.
"Wanna come over?" House asked when they were passing through the door.
Wilson wrapped his scarf around his neck. "House, I'm not in the mood. Maybe tomorrow..." Several snowflakes landed on his hair and melted almost immediately.
"Oh, come on! I need to celebrate. No clinic duty today!"
"House, I'm tired. Two terminal diagnoses today. The only thing I need is a hot shower and a bed." Wilson shivered a little and tightened his coat even more.
"You're no fun!"
"House..." Wilson wanted to say something more but instead of it he just sighed "Okay...but no horror movies I need something sappy and funny."
House smiled lightly, he knew that his friend couldn't resist for long.
"Chinese or Italian?" asked Wilson.
"I don't care as long as you're buying" House answered quickly and was already halfway to his car. Wilson only sighed and pulled out his cell phone to order their dinner.
On the way to his apartment House was talking mainly about some 'news' from General Hospital, in which Wilson absolutely wasn't interested. So he just nodded a few times. This whole 'TiVo' idea was bad, he was tired and he didn't have the smallest desire to spend this evening in front of TV, but Wilson couldn't say no to House. Or could he? He wasn't sure.
The food was good and the movie made Wilson laugh few times. As the credits were rolling he yawned and looked over at House who was snoring quietly on his side of the couch. Wilson had to smile. He checked his watch; it was 11:38 pm. When he looked outside the window, he saw the snow falling heavily and sighed. Another night on the couch.
Wilson grabbed the remote and turned the TV off. House stirred in response.
"How..." he yawned "how did it end?"
Wilson rolled his eyes "They got married" he answered matter-of-factly and slowly got up from the couch, picking up the plates and two beer bottles, then heading to the kitchen.
"Nice." House dry swallowed one Vicodin and rose up from the couch. "You stayin'?"
"Probably."
"Just don't wet my couch again. It took ages to clean it up!"
"House, don't start that again!" Wilson yelled, annoyed, but his words were completely hidden by flushing of the toilet.
"You said something?" House asked innocently with an evil smirk on his face.
"No" Wilson frowned.
" 'Kay, towels are in the bathroom. I'm going to sleep." House headed to his bedroom.
Wilson only shook his head.
After long, hot shower Wilson realized he hadn't taken a towel from the cabinet. "Damn!"
He got out of the tub. At the same moment that he put his weight on his leg, he lost his balance and slipped on the wet floor tile. He didn't even have time to realize what was going on, let alone calling out for help. It was all to fast. As he was falling he hit his head pretty hard on the edge of the tub. Agonizing pain shot through his head and everything just went black...
House woke up hearing a dull thud. He was already dreaming and it took a while before he realized where he was. He grabbed his watch. He had only slept for twenty minutes. His leg wasn't hurting much due to his night-pill, he had taken before bed, so there wasn't any reason to be awake. Wilson would have to pay for such a rude awakening!
Slowly he got out of the bed and grabbed his cane. "Wilson!? What the hell are you doing?" House called still from the bedroom. When he reached the living room he saw the light coming from the bathroom.
"Wilson?!" Nothing.
House hobbled toward the bathroom door, which was open one inch at the most. "Wilson! I'm going in if you don't answer!"
Still no response.
"Okay I warned you! Wha--" House opened the door and saw Wilson sprawled out, naked on the floor. "My God! WILSON!"
He let his cane fall to the ground and kneeled awkwardly on the floor next to his unmoving friend. Wilson didn't look good. He was lying on his stomach and a pool of blood was already formed under his head.
The doctor in House told him to do something and fast, but the sight of Wilson was making it difficult.
After few seconds the doctor part won. House put his fingers gently, but firmly on Wilson's neck to feel the pulse. It was unsteady but sensible.
House quickly checked Wilson's spine for injuries. Relieved, he turned him carefully onto his back and tucked a towel under his head.
"Wilson?" House sounded weird. His usual sarcasm was overwhelmed by his concern. He slapped his friend on the cheek waiting for some reaction.
Wilson's eyelashes fluttered. His eyes opened slowly, but he shut them again and let out one single moan. "Owww" His fists were clenched, he started to shiver and the blood was almost all over his face.
House grabbed his wrist. "Can you hear me?"
One almost invisible nod was the answer. "H'rts" Wilson managed to get out of him. House checked the laceration about three centimeters long above Wilson's right eye. The blood was still running down his cheek.
"I know" House said softly "hang on; I need to get some stuff 'kay?"
" 'Kay" Wilson's hands were trembling and he started to sweat.
With this permission House got up, albeit with some difficulty. He was back in less than a minute with a first-aid kit, a blanket, a light pen and his cell phone. He dropped everything down beside Wilson and wet a washcloth before kneeling again. His leg was screaming at him in agony, but he had more important things to worry about.
House dialed 911 at first and then Cuddy to prepare an MRI for Wilson. Both calls were quick and to the point.
Wilson's breathing was fast and obviously causing him a lot of pain. "What else hurts besides your head?" House asked promptly.
The oncologist caught his breath. "Chest an' left ankle." His words were slurred from speaking through gritted teeth.
"Okay, calm down" House wiped the blood from his friend's face and put sterile gauze on the laceration. Then he grabbed the light pen.
Wilson winced when House gently raised one eye lid to check the pupil. He did the same with the other eye. They were reacting, which was very good news for both of them.
Wilson was still shivering so House draped the blanket over his friend's naked body. "You know where you are?"
The younger man searched the room with his eyes. He managed to leave them open but he was still grimacing from the pain. "Your...bathroom?"
"What's your name?"
"Wilson..., James"
"What day is it?"
Wilson tried to remember and then a visible fear came to his face. "I...I don't know..."
tbc
