Part 1

He was finally comfortable. After two weeks of stress and chaos he was now comfortable. And then the alarm went off. He stretched but didn't get up. The weather had been extremely warm the past couple days and his room was just the way he wanted it. Dimmed with shades, he had a fan running at the foot of the bed. Complete with cotton sheets and flannel pillowcases he was laying there in a pair of black and white Adidas running shorts and a grey cotton t-shirt. He was a perfect temperature lying uncovered and in the dim light.

The AM FM radio alarm clock played quietly from the nightstand, he always got up before the sun it seemed. It being 6:00AM he figured he could take a quick shower and could sleep in, or at least keep laying in his homely paradise. He stuck with his impulses and avoided another stressful cancer revealing day for at least a half an hour. By 7:30AM he opened his eyes again. The tranquility he had created for himself had allowed him to sleep on for an hour longer than he had originally planned.

The discovery of this new time had Wilson scrambling out of bed. He gathered his clothing for work and jumped into the shower. It was one of the quickest showers he could ever remember taking. He had early appointments and wasn't big on rescheduling after the patients had gotten up early for him. He was pulling into the first floor of the parking complex just a hair over eight o'clock. How he managed that he would never know.

As the day went on it turned out that the best part of his day was that extra sleep time. Being delayed that morning pushed all of his appointments back, and he had to work thorough lunch. Of course House added to the chaos.

"Brought lunch." He said as he popped in without a warning. He tossed a sandwich and some chips on the desk.

"Thanks. Now if I can just find the time to eat it."

"Cuddy told me that you came in late." House sat down on the couch.

"Yeah, over slept. Now I'm so far behind I have to reschedule appointments for tomorrow."

"You need to de-stress. It's getting to you. Just look at you." House was right, Wilson looked all disheveled. His hair was a mess, tie was loosened and he looked in need of a break.

"I was great this morning. Comfortable, not a care in the world. Then I fell asleep for an hour extra. Now look at me."

Just then House got a page. "Damn I've got a case. Don't stress yourself out too much."

Wilson gave him a sarcastic chuckle and blindly waved goodbye as he got back to charting.

Both were still in the building around 11PM that day. House had a case and he rarely left during a case unless he knew that he could do no more than wait for results. Wilson on the other hand was rarely around at 11PM unless he was swamped. Cuddy knew this about both men and decided that Wilson would be easier to send home than House. She knocked twice and opened the door. Peaking her head in she found Wilson with his sleeves rolled to the elbows, tie loose around his neck, hair was a mess. He was rolling his head and rubbing his eyes.

"You should go home." She was standing in his office now, a few steps inside the door.

"Oh. Yeah. Really backed up still but sleep sounds nice. How are you?"

"Besides worried about my two hardest working employees well I'm fine." She said with a small smirk.

"Well House doesn't do his paperwork so I guess I'm safe for now if I go home."

"Yeah I'll let you slide."

"Thanks. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Good night Dr. Wilson."

He got up and after stretching and gathered his keys. The briefcase could stay; he wasn't doing anything but sleeping for what was left of the night. Walking out of the air conditioning and into the warm night he felt a little refreshed. The thoughts of his comfortable oasis from the morning came into his head and he felt the physical drain from his stressful day.

Standing next to his car he stretched once more before unlocking the doors. He was in the process of entering the car when another car came whipping around the corner, its headlights temporarily blinding Wilson. The next thing he knew he was being pushed with great force, a searing pain coming from his right leg. Once he could see, he was on the ground, his leg clearly broken and the car gone. Reaching for his cell phone he hit the first speed dial he could locate.

"Wilson was it is?"

"Cuddy?"

"Yeah. Did you miss dial?"

"It doesn't matter. I'm in the parking lot. Some car just hit me, my leg's broken."

"Oh I'll be there shortly. Hang in there Wilson."

"I hope I can." He said mostly to himself. Cuddy had already hung up.