A special patient

Sorry I don't own House or any other related characters… I've been looking forward to write this story for quite a while but since I'm not a doctor is taking me some time to keep it real, the events are happening right after season 3… enjoy and please review.

House was enjoying a fresh cup of Java from the new Starbuck's close to the hospital, while everyone was still in line looking for their caffeine fix; he played the old handicapped routine and it work like a charm… people can be so naïve… but maybe not, he was getting old and he wasn't faking that limp…Cuddy was approaching with a cynical smile….not good.

-Good Morning Dr. House- Cuddy was more charming than ever… she definitely wants something.

-Morning Cuddy, I see your cleavage is certainly up today, but your backside definitely needs more work, you should try jogging… yoga is definitely for slackers - House's reaction was predictable.

-How do you feel? - Cuddy's voice was now getting that "I'm going to tell you something but you're not going to like it"

-I've bought a new guitar- House answer sounded in high spirits and sincere.

-I bet it was exactly the same as the old one- Cuddy's replied was mechanical.

-No…..Yes…it's not fun like this, who turn me in? - House answer came with a witty smile.

-Wilson- Cuddy was now smiling, a healthy smile (I really hate those, House told himself)

-You can never trust those Jewish boys- House replied.

-That's what the German thought in WWII and you're backing up that argument Dr. Mengele- Cuddy's voice was normal…. She got used to those comment…it so hard to shock people these days.

-Great engineers, poor doctors- House answer back…now sipping a cup of hot coffee.

-So you're ready to start interviewing new doctors for your department- Cuddy asked with authority.

-No, I'm even looking forward to clinic duty- House answer back.

-Well you're not going to be that lucky- Cuddy replied now looking at the approaching vehicle, it was a Volvo…definitely Wilson.

-I'll let you choose for me, if you do that like you pick daddy's for your babies I'm off the hook- House kept sipping his coffee cup which by the way was almost empty.

-I wouldn't let you miss out on all the fun… you broke your team...you get a new one- Cuddy was sounding more threading by the minute.

-I didn't make Foreman leave- House answer was sincere.

-You pushed him to…and you fired Chase- Cuddy countered.

-Chase was past his time, he had to move on…I'm not his daddy you know- House fired back at Cuddy's while trying to get a glance of her cleavage.

-He only needed your approval, he idealized you- Cuddy was getting all maternal.

-He is got a perfect job interview in John Hopkins- House replied dryly.

-You set him up in John Hopkins? - Cuddy couldn't believe it.

-I made the dean of medicine an offer he couldn't refuse- House counter back with a Godfather tone.

-And Cameron? - Cuddy was now getting closer to him…. He was feeling he warmth on the cold morning.

-She made up her own mind, I brought her back once you know- House was walking towards Wilson trying to get the ideas he was getting away from his mind.

-You're unbelievable- Cuddy was now walking behind him.

-I know- House replied while sipping his last sip of coffee.

Wilson had soon arrive and was parking his car on his parking spot exactly one hundred yards from the door…thanks to House argument with the new researcher they moved all the parking spots far back… Wilson looked at the sky and it wasn't raining...thankfully because he was feeling very ill….he thinks it's the flu, if that is the case he will have to reschedule his meetings with patients…it would be unprofessional…and very unethical… unlike House, he has a conscience.

-Speaking of the devil- House approached with confidence and ease, after all Wilson was his friend.

-Actually, I think the devil is speaking to me- Wilson voiced sounded dry and hoarse.

-Whatever- House's was getting that face…. And away from the white board (I must really look bad. Wilson told himself)

-Where is the green tie? - House asked with his Sherlock Holmes tone.

-I left it home- Wilson replied angrily… it's absurd the amount of detail House needs to forget about his pain.

-You never come on Monday's with a different tie…it's your "Color esperanza" you're Diego Torres song to tell people they are going to die and give them hope…it's like pizza…it's reliable- House was trying to get him to talk more…there is something definitely wrong.

-And hookers…- Wilson replied and then starting coughing.

-Only when you pay by the hour- House was getting more concerned…his mind was working overtime to diagnose his friend.

-Wilson, you're not looking so good- Cuddy's was growing worried.

-Thanks for stating the obvious Watson- House touched Wilson's neck and he was hot…very hot.

-Hey, not without dinner and a movie….- Wilson answer was violent, he was definitely on a fever and was losing control, he tried to gain control but then he felt hard on the ground and starts seizing.

-Cuddy!!- House screamed at the dean of medicine right next to him.

-What?- Cuddy was trying to help and decided to get away from them so House can hold his head and tried to put something on his mouth to stop Wilson from suffocating with his own tongue.

-Call my team- House looked at Wilson whose features were affected by the seizures.

-You don't have a team, they're all gone- Cuddy was calling the paramedics stationed on the ER.

-Call my team and tell them is Wilson…- House looked back at her.

(Rolling credits) End of first chapter….please review.