"Hey, Wilson, wanna grab lunch?" House asked, strolling into Wilson's office as usual, dressed in his favorite worn T-shirt and grey jacket. "As usual, my devotion to my patients and killer caseload has prevented me from remembering my wallet, so-"
"I'm paying?" Wilson finished sardonically, "House, I'm surprised you haven't signed up to be sponsored by one of those save-the-children foundations…on second thought," Wilson said, shrugging self-deprecatingly, "I've pretty much been sponsoring you since we became friends, and you still are a child, so I guess it-"
"Wilson," House interrupted, "the speeches are my thing, get your own…now can we go eat?"
Wilson grinned, closing his last case file and placing it on the top of his neatly stacked pile.
"Sure, let's go. Do you mind if I call Amber and ask her to join us? She's here for a lecture."
"You mean mini-me? Sure, she can come"
Wilson's eyebrows raised at the name, but he simply shook his head in defeat. Wilson still was not convinced of House's theory of his relationship with Amber as an extension of his relationship with House. On the other hand, he was too relieved that the two of them seemed to have come to terms with each other to protest.
Several minutes later, House and Wilson were seated in the cafeteria, House enjoying his roast-beef and fries, Wilson's usual salad left untouched.
"I wonder what's keeping Amber?" Wilson mused, more to himself than to House.
"Maybe she's trying to find the best way to sabotage her peers then try to take their fellowship," House said between bites.
"Mmmmmmmmmm…," Wilson said in mock thoughtfulness, "deceitful, underhanded, inconsiderate…you're right, that does sound like you," Wilson said, brown eyes alight with laughter.
"Thank you," House said, grinning now himself. "That gets me, Jimmy, right here," House said, tapping his chest.
Both men began laughing and neither seemed able to stop for some time. Suddenly, though, the laughter died from Wilson's face, and his eyes.
"House…" Wilson said quietly, as he leaned over to place his arms on the table, "I don't-"
The laughter had hardly died from House's own face when Wilson's entire body began jerking randomly and uncontrollably.
"Wilson?" House said, real alarm in his voice. Getting to his feet as fast as his cane would allow, House crossed to his best friend's side, lowering him slowly to the ground and keeping a gentle but firm grip on his head.
"Somebody get a gurney, he's seizing!"