Wilson's Differential Diagnosis

Part 1

As if his cold wasn't enough. He sat down on the couch, put his throbbing right leg up on the coffee table and began to take inventory of his injuries. Besides his usual leg pain there was additional leg pain, his back hurt, his right arm hurt as well as his ribs on the right side. Basically his right side hurt like hell. All that was added to his cold symptoms of cough, runny nose and headache. He hoped that everyone would leave him alone tonight; he had a case in progress and really didn't want to be woken up. He slowly made his way to the bedroom, changed his clothes and popped some Vicodin, his miracle, wonder drug of choice. With that he settled in for a much needed night's sleep.

Good morning sunshine. The alarm sounds and the last thing on his mind was to get up and start a new day. Turning off the alarm he rolled onto his back and stretched his sleepy muscles. Big mistake. All the muscles that were injured strongly protested the movement after being relaxed all night. He just lay there as he overcame the pain and the shock. Feeling recovered he proceeded to get ready for his day. He took his time of course, not caring what time he got to work. He is a cripple, accommodations must be made.

His pace was much slower this morning and Wilson picked up on it right away. Unfortunately all the pain House had between the previous night and his cold was hard to hide from Wilson.

"Slow and steady wins the race today huh?"

"Why don't you go and take a nap or something."

"You look like you're the one who needs the nap."

"I do, but there are sick people to treat."

"Why don't you just take the rest of the day off, rest up?"

"I'll be fine, catch you later."

Wilson shook his head as he watched House limp away coughing. Sometimes House just never learns.