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"That space is mine!" House said gleefully.
But, Wilson barely heard anything House said. He was focused on House's leg. He was standing up, he was walking…
House was still talking about his successful attempt to make Cuddy give him his parking space back, but when Wilson looked into his eyes, he could tell that the pain was building up. Wilson guessed House could sense it too because he quickly turned away and started limping heavily.
I turned away quickly so Wilson wouldn't see. I may have had significantly less pain when I was in the wheelchair, but now that I've been walking and standing, the pain is getting really bad…
I don't know how much longer I can keep this walking-thing up. I can't collapse in front of Wilson, then he'd want to help, and it'd be a whole thing…
Wilson was walking a slightly behind House. He wanted to be ready to help him if anything happened. He didn't have his cane with him because he wasn't due to come out of the wheel-chair until tomorrow. He could tell when House's pain was getting to bad.
Sure enough, after a few steps House's leg crumpled beneath him and he fell down in the snow.
Wilson was there in a second, grabbing House's arm, helping him to his feet. As Wilson was helping him up, he looked at House. His face was contorted in agony, but his eyes had the spark of anger. Wilson didn't mind, he knew this look. House was just angry that he had to rely on someone; that he had to put his trust in someone. He ignored it and placed House's arm over his shoulder.
Dammit! Great. Now Wilson is helping me. He's caring...
House and Wilson walked slowly towards the parking lot. Wilson helped House limp at his own pace. They walked slowly, Wilson imitating House's every step along the way.
They passed House's car and Wilson was shocked that he wasn't getting any protest from House. No argument, no reassurance that he can do it on his own. All House did was let out a small sigh…
When they arrived at Wilson's car, he let House get in on his own. He didn't want House to feel too smothered, otherwise he'd never let Wilson help him again; and he needs Wilson.
Wilson drove to House's apartment. When he parked the car, House got out extremely quickly and slammed the door. He didn't want Wilson helping him get out of the car and going up the steps.
I'm not that pathetic…
Wilson followed House into the apartment and saw to it that House was comfortable on the couch, then he headed to the kitchen to make both of them some food.
House turned on the TV, but it was just mindless noise to him. He was following Wilson with his eyes. Wilson may be a pain in the ass occasionally, but maybe, just maybe, having someone to care for him; having someone to rely on wasn't all that bad…
