Wilson sighed, waiting for House's seizure to end.
It had been three months since Amber's death.
It had been two months since he and House reconciled.
Three weeks since he and House started sleeping together again.
A week since he moved in Because House was having some issues chewing and swallowing; he was using a feeding tube, (he can only eat soft meals) Which he can't prepare due to his paralyze lower left side and his aching right side.
He was seizing every single day.
He had five today, which was low compared to his average of ten.
They were in the living room watching TV when this one occurred.
House is now waking up.
"House, Are you with me?"
"Wilson," said House, looking at him.
"Do you know where you are?"
"Living room… floor."
Wilson sighed, relieved.
He felt relieved when House woke up knowing him.
Because usually, House didn't recognize him a good ten minutes after seizing.
Today was a good day.
The next morning, Wilson was preparing House's feed when he heard a crash from the bedroom.
He ran. He saw House on the floor crying.
This was one of his rare temporal lobe ones.
So he got the pre-filled shot of Ativan, he injected it to House's system.
Wilson sighed. He felt a stab of guilt.
He shouldn't have asked House to save her life.
But House didn't care.
Because he loved Wilson.
And he wanted him to be happy.
—
Today was House's first day back at work.
He and Cuddy arranged a plan.
Because House was board.
Taub left diagnostics to focus on surgery.
While Foreman moved on to neurology.
And After her passing, Wilson didn't want to work oncology anymore, too many deaths.
So he applied to be the co-department head.
He and House, House dealt with the medical side and Wilson with the administrative.
They had a case.
He needed to wake House.
"House, buddy, we need to go."
He woke but after a while seized.
It was seven in the morning.
After a good ten minutes House came around.
House stared at Wilson as if he didn't know him.
Then he asked. "Time?"
"It's seven in the morning, we have a case."
House showered, while he dressed.
He helped House into his left AFO's, because of the balance issues House had been having.
House was using elbow crutches which he hated like the plague.
He took his meds through a syringe, Phenytoin, and Oxycodone.
They left the apartment.
Wilson's right arm around House's waist while they climb down the stairs from the apartment into the Corvette.
Since House wasn't allowed to drive Wilson needed a fast and cool car to haul House's feet to the hospital.
They got into the Hospital unharmed.
Cuddy greeted them.
"Good morning, Doctor House, Doctor Wilson," she said.
House gave her an eye roll.
"Good morning, Dr. Cuddy,"
When the two got to the office, it looked different. House's desk was on the side facing the wall. There was a new desk beside it.
He and House took the books home because the hospital servers computerize them.
There was a sofa-bed for when House slept.
There was an additional name in the door; Dr. James Wilson, MD.
"Okay, ducklings," House said when he opened the door from his office.
Thirteen and Kuttner looked at him.
"We have a case, 13-year-old kid, presenting with headaches and hallucinations. Go!"
Wilson wrote the symptoms while House spoke to them; in big block letters.
"That's it?" Asked Thirteen looking at House and at Wilson.
Wilson sighed, annoyed. "Dr. Hadley, May I talk to you in my office?"
Thirteen joined him. "House is seizing, upwards to 10 per day. He can't walk without the arm crutches, which he hates. But yesterday he played the whole Goldberg Variation."
Thirteen rolled her eyes. "Why are you telling me this, Wilson?"
"Because, I— " the argument was cut short by House seizing in the other room.
"House? Do you know who I am? "Asked Wilson when he knew that the seizure ended.
"Wilson," House said, Wilson sighed with relief.
"Patient?" Asked House looking between Kuttner, Thirteen and Wilson.
"Thirteen, go get an MRI, be there when the techs do it."
"Kuttner, Go and get the family history."
The two younger doctors left.
House stood up.
"Wilson," said House. "Are you up for some breaking and entering today?"
Wilson looked at him then, nodded.
"Coming?"
House looked at Wilson, "Yeah."
On the ride from the hospital, House looked skywards swallowing; one, two, three times.
Automatism, Complex partial, Wilson thought.
"House?"
"What?" Said House, looking at him having recovered from the seizure.
Wilson sighed, "I should be the one to check the place."
House glared at him.
"House, If you had one at the place, I can't haul your sorry ass in the car. We can't call the cops."
House sighed. "Guess, you're right."
The two got to the patient's house. Wilson got out of the car, House sat there scowling.
House knew that what he had sacrificed for Wilson was appreciated.
But he didn't do it because Wilson asked, he did, because love him.
And Wilson was worth the sacrifice.
After Thirty minutes of searching, Wilson came back, he looked stunned.
"Wilson, what happened?" Asked House. "What did you see?"
Wilson shrugged. "I can't just believe that someone lived in that place."
House knew that Wilson came from a nice family and a nice home.
And he, himself can't believe some of the people who came to the clinic.
"There are some people who aren't that lucky, Wilson," House said jokingly.
"I know that, but there is something in this house that I don't know… sinister."
Then Wilson's phone rang, "Hello." The oncologist answered. "Its Thirteen," He said When House asked.
"The father is refusing to have us test the kid's head, Did you find something in the house?" Asked Thirteen.
"Yes, Their house is a meth lab," Wilson said.
"Wilson?" House asked. "You okay?"
Wilson was clearly shaken up by this, "Yeah."
"We need to get out of here."
They drove to back the hospital.
"House, what are we going to do?" Wilson asked after a while. "We can't obviously call the police on them?"
House thought for a bit, then he called Kuttner. "Kuttner, Its House, do a toxicity screen on the patient."
"What drug should I test for?"
"Anything illegal."
"Why?"
"I'll see you in the office, alright?" House hung up the phone.
Wilson drove towards the Hospital in silence, because ever since the bus crash House had been having the terrible cluster headaches which House is now clearly suffering from it.
When they got to the Hospital, House was sweating. "Not only does my head hurt my leg hurts as well."
Wilson parked near the hospital entrance.
He jumped out of the car, as soon as he turned the engine off.
He saw Cuddy, beckon her out. "House needs a wheelchair."
Cuddy got a wheelchair, House was riving in agony.
Wilson needed to carry him out of the car and outside.
He was barely conscious, Wilson was scared.
They got up to their office. When the fellows came Kuttner saw them from the elevator walking, Wilson was pushing House.
"Kuttner," Wilson called, "can you fixed the couch?"
Wilson carried House inside, their shared office.
House was light in his arms he was maybe 150, twenty pounds underweight.
Wilson could not afford to lose him, not after Amber.
End of Chapter one