Please forgive the style... I just typed and this came out... first house fic, and it generally takes a few attempts to really get stuck into the characters, so i apologise...
I do not own House M.D. honest, i really really dont.
The first time House really noticed the change in his friend was, ironically, just after he was admitted to the ER following an attack. Wilson had been walking from a bakery with something to eat for lunch when he was accosted by a twenty-something male wielding a shiny flip-knife- he, of course handed his wallet straight over- but this knife wielding young man wasn't satisfied with the contents of his wallet upon discovery that there was only a total of $5.25 in the entire thing after Wilson had been cleaned out of cash by House not half an hour previous. He had responded with an outburst of what he believed to be 'completely acceptable rage at being completely screwed over.' This left Jimmy Wilson on the ground bleeding away his life's liquidy goodness. He should be grateful to the bloke who walked down the alleyway he was dragged into- but he can't at the moment, because he's got an unfortunate case of unconsciousness. Damn.
Looking at Wilson, it was apparent there was something deeper wrong with him than a stab wound to the chest. Because, as annoyingly lethal they can be, and painful...don't forget painful, they don't cause long term weight loss as Jimmy is presenting with- he has an unhealthy amount of body fat and House isn't sure how everybody missed it every day, he's not sure how he missed it every day. Hoping it was a medical condition, and one they could fix, he badgers Cuddy for his best friend's file. Its an interesting case, he says. You have to give it to me, you know I'm going to get it one way of another. She sighs, knowing that even if she assigns this case to a different doctor that House will find a way to sabotage them, and so she nods and prays to God that James will be fixed.
TBC
lemme know if you're curious... I dont know how much I'll write otherwise