He didn't want to do this, he hated pulling Wilson away from his job to solve their problems but there was no one else and he drew the short straw. Besides they all agreed Foreman was the person Wilson was most likely to listen to out of the three of them. That and, the neurologist figured, Chase and Cameron were probably hoping to squeeze a little frustrated loving in between Cuddy screwing things up and the patients dieing.
He knocked sharply on the door.
"Come in" Wilson murmured, searching for a file in one of his cabinets. The door swept open, and Wilson saw Foreman
"What's the problem?" he went to sit behind his desk again but Foreman looked a little agitated so he remained standing, wondering what the hell House had done this time.
"It's Cuddy, she's gone completely insane," Wilson got stuck on that bit
"Wait, Cuddy? Cuddy's gone insane?" frowning in confusion, Foreman cut him off
"Wilson, she's about to flood Emma system with steroids. She's trying to open the baby's lungs but she's just going to hurt Emma and her child. She's risking liability to the entire hospital. You've got to talk to her, she won't listen to us"
Wilson looked up at him, he knew why Cuddy was so invested and hoped that he wouldn't have to explain this to Foreman. But he was still confused
"She didn't listen to House?"
"House isn't here, remember?"
"What? Well, where is he? Get him down here, it's his patient."
Foreman faltered, studying the innocent confusion on Wilson's face. Wilson didn't know.
"He went on vacation."
Wilson, startled, starred at him for a moment
"What?"
"He went on vacation, yesterday. Gone kayaking or something for a week."
Wilson walked over to his coat rack and began slowly slipping his arms into the thick white linen
"You didn't know?" he didn't expect Wilson to answer
"I'll talk to her. What rooms the patient in?"
"201" Foreman murmured watching Wilson fixing his coat. Fuck House was a bastard. It was moments like this that he remembered why he disliked the man so vehemently. The oncologist walked out and Foreman followed not long after, slowly walking into the diagnostics office where Chase and Cameron were sitting pointedly starring in opposite directions, their appearances a little ruffled.
They looked up
"He's gone to talk to her."
Wilson looked the numbers on the elevator descend, not really noticing them or anyone else. He found Emma's room, and hearing Cuddy calling for a nurse he knew he was too late.
He could see her desperation and her childish bite of "Who tattled?" rung loudly in Wilson's chest that he needed to convince her to back off.
But he couldn't do it, not right now. He didn't have the energy. Stepping away as he watched nurses rush in he began to slowly walk back to his office.
He wondered where House went to. He hoped he picked somewhere foreign, someplace where he couldn't understand every nuance of language and therefore couldn't over analyse people's words. The grumpy bugger could for once (instead of getting everyone agitated and annoyed) blend in. Be an average human being for once. Relax.
"Start small, House. Take a chance"
It appeared that, without Wilson realising or being part of it, House had started taking those small chances and had now progressed to big things as well.
All done without him.
Sitting in his office poring over files at eleven at night, Wilson hopes to God that no one ever discovers what occurred between him and Grace. Because it'd be the destruction of the last thing left in his life, and he can't even begin to imagine what he would do. He looks out past his windows into the black night. He shivers with fear.