Based on: A yaoi rp my friend Alankin and I did. All parts of House and various characters played by her. Jeb (My OC) and other characters played by me.

Disclaimer: I and my friend do not own any part of House M.D., we're just fans!

Chapter 2

The hours seemed to pass quickly. The team had had no choice but to go home. They HAD come in early to make up for House's clinic duties and there was nothing they could do until the tests were finished. Meanwhile, that night, Wolf had awoken. 13 had finally been able to find a medicine to bring his fever down, but it only lasted for a couple hours. And he had climbed out of bed before the nurse could come in and give him another dose. He wandered the halls, slowly walking past House's office, staring up like he was following something.

House was there late. Since he had missed his morning clinic hours he decided to stay late, just to shut Cuddy up. They had managed to bring his fever down, but no new symptoms had come up. He was in his office watching his good old soap opera, when he noticed something a little strange, a patient walking down the hall. Not just any patient, but his patient. He bolted from his chair and grabbed his cane, going after the guy. "Kind of far from your room, for someone who's sick..." He seemed to be looking at something...maybe another symptom? He wasn't about to send him back to his room until he knew for sure.

Wolf stopped and slowly looked over his shoulder at House. Sometimes there was nothing spookier than that look. A pale man, in a white hospital gown, looking very sickly with dark messy hair. He slowly turned to House and walked up to him, but his body moved in a jerky way. Which wasn't all that surprising when you have a sick man who had been in a car accident. Soon he was stand in front of House and he reached his hand out like he was going to cup his cheek but then his hand shot out faster and he grabbed something behind House. Then he slowly brought his hand up to his face and he opened it. He stared at his hand with a frown and then showed his empty hand to House. "I crushed it..." He seemed kind of sad.

House looked at the man like he was insane. "I see that." He said finally, bringing his own hand to the man's forehead. He was feverish again. Now the question was...where was the guys IV...and where was the nurse who was supposed to give him the second dose of the medication? "Now let's go." He took Wolf's arm and started to guide him down the hall. This guy was...odd. And the team liked him, which means House didn't like him. Besides, he called him 'gimpy'. The man who was going to save his life.

Wolf let him, he kept staring at him staring at him like he was made of gold. "I like you..." He said with a smile. "You are helping me even when I was rude to you. I'm sorry..." He stopped walking for a moment, causing House to stop while he looked over at some lights. And then he was being pulled along again. He looked at House again and then he smiled brightly. "Why do you look sad? You're good looking. You shouldn't be sad." Then his eyes got wide. "I have to use the bathroom..." He said, a blush forming on his face again. "Now!"

The guy kept talking. He was definitely delusional. No one liked House. Except that kid...that gave him the PsP. But he was a kid and didn't know any better. "I'm a doctor. I help people." He didn't like it though. And yet deep, deep down, maybe he kind of did. And then came the bathroom panic. Good thing they had just past them mere seconds ago. He dragged the guy into the bathroom and into the stall, holding the door shut. "Go." The last thing he needed was for this guy to wet himself in the middle of the hall.

There came the liquid sound followed by a 'huh'. He cleaned himself up but he didn't flush. Instead he was silent. Then finally he spoke. "Um...I had diarrhea...but...it's blood... How much more can I lose before I die or something?" He asked through the stall door. He was staring at the toilet in confusion. "That's just not right... Ooo! Butterfly." And then he was off in la la land.

House really didn't need to hear this. At least the guy wanted to be completely honest with him. "If you can still walk, you're nowhere near dying." He grabbed Wolf's arm before he could get anywhere. "Don't move." House told him, pulling out two rubber gloves and a sterile bottle. They had been leftover in his lab coat, and he had been chilly, so he threw it on, after all, he had managed to get Wilson's spaghetti all down the front of his suit jacket. So with the gloves and the jar he took a deep breath and scooped. He knew for a fact this bathroom had just been detailed and bleached, therefore there was no way this could be a bad sample. He secured the lid, tossed the gloves, rinsed the jar off, wrapped it in paper towel, shoved it into his pocket and then finally washed his hands. "Now let's go." He said, turning back to Wolf.

"I hope...I was hallucinating...did the Green Goblin just scoop up my poop?" He was rubbing his eyes. They burned with fever. His body ached. He swayed as he walked. He HATED being sick. "My stomach hurts..." He mumbled, pouting like a kid. He wanted to sleep now. He wanted to be well. He wanted to really apologize to House. Then a nurse appeared and hurried to House's side. "I'll take him, Dr. House." She said. As she started to pull him away he looked back at House. "When I get a little better...come and talk to me about the soap opera." He said, stumbling as the nurse pulled him along. Soon he was resting in his bed again.

"No, the green goblin did not scoop your poop." He was almost entertained by these hallucinations. And then a nurse came in, and he had no idea how they knew they were there. They would get the IV back in him, and get the drugs in him to keep the fever down. He took the poop sample to the lab, labeled it and stored it for the next morning. His team was going to love him! With all that done, he realized it was time to go. He grabbed his things and made his way out of the hospital, he was actually tired.