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House calls

Chapter two: "Broken Things"

House had finally arrived at Wilson's office. He swung open the door and limped inside. "Hey Jimmy! Did you call me down to invite me to lunch? Because I'm starving!"

Wilson was doing some paperwork when House barged in. "No. Not lunch. House call." He didn't look up.

House groaned. "Why? I was having such a good day!" he complained. He limped over to Wilson's desk and shoved all the contents to the floor. Then, he sat down on the desk.

Wilson looked up. "Thanks!" he yelled.

House smiled. "No problem. If you need anything else, just page me." House flipped out his cell phone and dialed the house call cell phone number.

Wilson heard the cell phone ring and searched through his brief case to find it. "Hello this is Doctor Wilson," he said.

"Jimmy!" said House. "It's me House. And I'm calling. Bye." He hung up. "There's your house call. Can I go now?" he asked and started to head his way back to the door.

Wilson stopped him. "Ha ha. Very funny, House. You're not getting away too easily though. Let me just finish this paperwork and then we'll go."

House sighed and sat down in one of Wilson's swivel chairs. He used his good leg to spin himself around.

"Wee!" he exclaimed as he twirled around uncontrollably. Then, he spun a little too fast and the chair fell over. "Ahh!" he screamed.

Wilson heard the crash and tried to ignore it. House will be ok. He thought to himself. But, secretly he still worried about him.

House was lying on the floor with the chair on top of him. The chair had broken in half and when he fell, he hit his arm on Wilson's hard desk and he heard a snap.

"Whoa!" House exclaimed. "That… Was… So… not cool." He was looking up at the ceiling and noticed Wonder-Boy Wilson wasn't coming to his rescue. "Hey!" he called out. "Cripple in pain here!"

Wilson was now really worried. He looked up from his paper work and then ran over to the other side of his desk. He looked at the broken chair that was split into two. The seat of the chair had come off and was across the room.

House lay on the ground with the large chair crushing his body. He tried to push it up but winced in pain when he tried to move his arm.

Wilson came over and House moaned in agony when Wilson pulled the chair off of him.

Wilson looked more worried than House had ever seen before. "House! Are you alright?"

House tried to pull himself up to his feet, but ended up just sitting on the ground. "Your chair… Is evil."

Wilson frantically checked for any wounds. He could see bruises forming on his legs and then he saw his arm. "Oh my god. I think your arm is broken." He said.

House looked at his arm. "Nonsense! It's not broken. Watch, I'll move it." House twisted his arm a bit but then cried out in pain. "Ow! Son of a bitch!"

Wilson sighed. "Yeah. It's probably broken. We should get some x rays to make sure though. It might just be really badly bruised. I'll call Cuddy," He started to get up but then House stopped him.

"Call her and tell her what? That I fell off a chair and might have broken my arm?" He stared at Wilson. "I'll be fine. Just… Hand me my vicodon," he demanded. "It's in my jacket."

Wilson walked over to his jacket that was on the floor in a heap. He looked though the pockets and grabbed the slim bottle. He handed it to House, who popped three pills in his mouth.

House looked up at his friend. "Can you help me up?" he asked. He extended his other arm and Wilson grabbed his hand.

After a lot of huffing and puffing, House managed somehow to get up. He looked at his leg. That's odd, House thought to himself. My leg didn't hurt one bit when I stood up…

Wilson noticed House. "Is your leg ok? Did you hit it on anything? What about your arm?" His eyes shimmered with concern. This is what House loved and hated about Wilson. Sometimes his over concern was good in times like this, but other times he thought it was too annoying.

Wilson could tell his friend was in a lot of pain but he kept to himself. "I'm fine," argued House.

House hopped on one foot over to where his cane was and extended his broken arm towards it. "Shit," he breathed as he realized that the arm he broke is the one that he leans on to use his cane.

His friend came over. "What now?"

"How am I supposed to use my cane if this arm is broken?" he asked. This question was mostly directed to him, but Wilson answered anyways.

"Wheelchair?" suggested Wilson.

"NO WAY," House protested. "Not again. Do you know how hard that was when I had that bet with Cuddy?"

Wilson shrugged. "Well… It's not like you have a lot of options. At least not until your arm heals." He started to think of other ways House could get around but couldn't think of a way that would be good enough for House.

"How about…" started House, "You carry me everywhere?"

Wilson had to let a chuckle loose.

"Actually," said House, "I'm being serious. Will you carry me everywhere?"

"No, House. I'm not going to carry you everywhere… In fact, I'm not going to carry you anywhere, so you can forget about that crazy idea!" Wilson still had a smile on his face. "Now come on. I'll get you a sling and we have to go answer our house call."

House had forgotten about the house call. "Yeah. A ride in the Spinning Death Chair of Doom made me forget all about that."

House started to walk towards the door.

Wilson looked surprised when House walked without his cane. "You don't have your cane… And you're walking without it." He looked surprised.

House looked down to confirm that his two feet actually were on the ground with now support from a cane. He shrugged. "Probably because my arm is in so much pain, that it takes away the pain from my leg."

House walked out of the door and noticed that Wilson wasn't following him. "Come on Jimmy," he called to him. "I need to get something from my office before we go."

Wilson was still in shock from what had all happened. He shook it off and quickly walked over to House.

Cameron, Foreman, and Chase sat at the table by the white board. The blinds were closed and the door was locked.

Cameron spoke up. "Well, we have to do this quickly because House will be back in about an hour."

Chase stood up and went over to the white board. He picked up the marker and wrote "Stage One" on the board. He put the cap back on the marker and set it down.

"So… why did I let you guys drag me into this?" asked a confused Foreman.

"Because we're a team," explained Cameron. "We stick together," She paused. "Wait, are you in this or not?"

"It depends. Are we talking life or death here?"

Cameron looked annoyed. "Man, Foreman. Sometimes I doubt that you are smart."

Chase butted into the argument. "Come on… Let's not get feisty. We… Are a team, nonetheless, and we should act more like it." He picked up the marker again. "So… What exactly is stage one?"

A pissed Cameron stomped over to Chase and snatched the marker away from him. "I'll do the writing from now on. You stick to the coffee making," she barked.

A laugh slipped from Chase. He cleared his throat, pretending it didn't happen. He took a seat at the table next to Foreman.

"Plan one…" she shot a hard glance at Chase, "is breaking in." She wrote, "Break in" under "Stage One".

Foreman heard someone jiggle the handle. "Oh crap! It's House!"

Chase exclaimed, "Hurry! Erase it!"

Cameron frantically looked for the eraser but couldn't find it. She used her hand to try and wipe away some of the marker. She noticed that it wasn't coming off. She gasped and looked at the marker she had used. "Oh no! I accidentally used a permanent marker!"

Foreman updated, "He's using a key!"

Chase ran over to Cameron who was trying to cover up the marker. "It won't come off!" she told him. "What do I do?"

Very faintly, they could hear the voices of House and Wilson.

House: "It's locked! What the hell? I never lock this door."

Wilson: "Why won't the key work? Try mine."

Foreman went down to a whisper. "Hush your voices. If we can hear them, they can hear us!"

Cameron looked at Chase. "Where do I put this? The marker won't come off!"

Chase looked around the room for any hiding places.

Cameron knew there was no time to hide it, so she took the marker and scribbled over the words. She put it backwards on the white board stand. She and Chase quickly raced to their seats at the table.

Foreman quickly opened his newspaper. Chase opened his People magazine and pretended to read it. Cameron quickly opened her laptop and loaded up Google.

Just then, House and Wilson barged in through the door. House looked around at his team. "Why the hell was the door locked?" he asked harshly.

"It was locked?" asked Chase.

"No. Of course not. That's why it took me awhile to get in here," he said sarcastically. He noticed that his team looked worried. "What? Did you all have a three some in here while I was gone? Is that why the door was locked and the blinds were closed?"

No one replied.

House stared at all of them. "You are acting very suspicious…" his voice trailed off when he saw the white board backwards. "Why is the white board backwards?"

No one replied.

He looked at Wilson, who shrugged. House walked over to the whiteboard and flipped it to the right side. "There we go!" he said contently. "Hmm. Large black smudges… Looks like someone was trying to cover something secretive up…" He looked around at his team who were all occupied.

Cameron looked up at House. She noticed he didn't have his cane and was holding his arm a few inches away from his body. "Where's your cane? What's wrong with your arm?"

Chase and Foreman looked up to see if House really didn't have his cane.

"I fell off of a swivel chair and broke my arm. My arm is in so much pain that it doesn't bother my leg," House gave his explanation.

"You fell out of a chair… And broke your arm…" said a confused Chase.

"Yeah. That's what happened," said Wilson. "House was being immature and decided to spin around really fast and well… Fell over. And almost killed himself…"

"Oh come on! You can't die from falling out of a chair!" House exclaimed.

Wilson shrugged. "Hey you never know…" He felt pretty down on himself today. He wanted to change the subject so badly. "So what did you need from here?"

House stood in an exaggerated deep-thinking pose. "Ah yes! My PSP. I left it in here while watching General Hospital."

Wilson's face turned red with anger. "We came here to get your stupid game?!" He could barley contain himself. He paced the floor mumbling to himself. "We're so late already…"

"Gee, Wilson!" exclaimed House. "Don't get your knickers in a knot!" He walked over to the door. Wilson followed him. "Oh!" House yelled loudly. He turned to his team. "Just to let you three love birds know… There will be no secrets kept from me. I will find out eventually… Or you're all fired. And I mean that unlike Cuddy."

And with that, House and Wilson left the office with the three younger doctors worried about loosing their jobs over this secret.

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