A/N: This is my first fanfiction story that I've published. The "Wilson" episode inspired me.
D/C: I own nothing, it all belongs to the incredible lucky David Shore and co.
House watched as the anesthetist put Wilson under. He would occasionally glance at the screens around him, but he mostly focused on the surgery below.
"Wilson is an over caring idiot. He's risking his life for the self-important jerk." House thought as he shifted his weight to relieve the pain in his leg.
Below the surgeon started to remove a lobe of Wilson's liver. House looked on thinking of what he had to Wilson earlier, that if Wilson died he'd be alone. However once that train of thought started. House stopped it. "I'm the idiot. Wilson will be fine. Liver donation is a relatively safe surgery. I shouldn't have even come."
House didn't leave, but continued watching the surgery as he fished in his pocket for his new medication prescribed by Dr. Nolan. House scowled at the pills that barely took off the edge and took a few more than he should. His leg was really bad today.
Swallowing the pills he continued thinking. "Wilson's bleeding heart has to be controlled. He's got a whole department of sick baldies that could need any part of him. And of course he's type O, so he could donate to anyone."
The surgeon started to close Wilson up under House's watchful stare. Once Wilson was wheeled out House left the observation room, on his way to the ICU. As he was walking he realized something. "Standing up there making sure the surgeon didn't screw up really cuts into my day. So the only way to fix that is making sure Wilson never does this again." House smiled to himself as he thought of ways to accomplish this.
A/N: Any reviews would be most welcomed. :)