Chapter Two
A couple of hours later
Wilson sighed, looking at a sleeping House.
House looked peaceful in sleep.
Their pager went off. "House, wake up." Said Wilson shaking House's shoulder.
"What's going on, Wilson?" "Pager," said Wilson moving to help House up.
Wilson called Thirteen. "Hadley, what is going on there?"
"Wilson, I can't talk right now, okay. Because the father wants to discharge the kid AMA." Thirteen hung up the phone. Wilson sighed. He felt like sighing all the time.
"House, I need to check with the patient, all right?"
House blinked rapidly.
He was having another partial seizure.
"My head hurts like it is being bombarded by a sled hammer." Said House when he became aware of his surroundings again.
"Wilson, when you go out can you draw the blinds?" Wilson was on his feet arranging the blinds.
"House, I need to go see the patient." He touched House on his shoulder and left.
Wilson entered the patient's hospital room. He saw Thirteen in the room; watching their patient.
The father wasn't there.
Wilson took a deep breath and slid opened the door.
Their patient, a 13-year-old boy named Patrick Benedict, looked pale and ill.
"Hi, my name is Dr. James Wilson my team and I are trying to figure out what's going on."
Thirteen looked at Wilson.
"How is House doing?" She whispered.
"He's fine, just resting."
"So, what is the matter, Patrick?" Asked Wilson looking toward the direction of their patient.
"I am fine, Doctor." "You told Doctor Hadley, that you were having some problems?" Said Wilson looking at his patient directly.
"It's my dad, he thinks I am crazy." Said the boy whimpering. "Because I… told my best friend about our business." Okay, thought Wilson threading lightly "We went to your place, Pat. Is it a meth lab?" Patrick, who was looking at the ground, the glance at Wilson; stunned.
"He is going to send me to an Asylum." "No, it won't happen cause I am going to call the police on him," Wilson said.
"No, He will come after you and your team." "It's my duty."
The patient smiled, nervously.
Wilson left and called CPS and the police.
After this, he is going to draw the discharge papers for their patient.
They are both technically the attending, him and House.
—
Wilson woke up to a trashing and seizing House.
It had been a day since their most recent patient was discharged.
House had a fever last night.
His seizure threshold is lower so this had been his fourth seizure of the day.
It is only eight in the morning.
"House, Are you with me?" Asked Wilson while he rubbed House's arm.
House just stared blankly into space.
"House," Wilson called again.
House looked at him, "Wilson." "You with me yet, House?" Asked Wilson. "It's your forth today, I am sorry…"
He was cut off by House saying, "I want you to be happy."
Wilson looked at him and smiled.
A genuine opened smile.
"Thank you, House, I mean it."
Thirty minutes later, Cuddy called.
Wilson answered, "Hello." "Wilson, its Cuddy, Is House up?" Cuddy asked authoritatively.
"Yeah, But, Cuddy, he had a fever and he's seizing every couple of hours. So I don't want to leave him."
"Okay, just call, if you need more time off, all right."
They hang up. Wilson made them pancakes, one of House's 'allowed foods'.
He cut it in bite size pieces for him.
He led House out of the bedroom, after cooking.
They both sat on the couch eating pancakes.
—-
It was the middle of the night.
House's leg ached more than usual on the Oxycodone.
He had the flu.
House felt like puking.
Wilson was right beside him on the bed. "Wilson, wake up."
"What? House, what's wrong? Are you okay?" Asked Wilson, looking worried.
House puked all over the bed.
"I am sorry." Said House looking to Wilson, full of remorse.
"Oh, House, oh, you have nothing to be sorry for."
"I'll be good, I am good, sorry, Dad," House said. "I don't want to go to an ice bath."
Wilson didn't know if House was having a panic attack or he's having a temporal lobe seizure. He had his answer when he touched House on the shoulder.
House flinched. House had been abused. "House, Are you with me?" House opened one eye, "Wilson, What's going on?" Wilson was hugging him close.
"House, I am sorry, for every time your father was here I push you to go spend time with your folks. Because I didn't know, I thought you were just being a brat not wanting to see his parents and also, House, I love you, too."
"Yeah, I know." Said House kissing Wilson on the cheek.
They slid down, arms and legs intertwined.
—-
The next morning, House was up before Wilson.
He was watching his friend, his lover sleep. Wilson looked good.
He always thought Wilson looked good.
He hadn't watch somebody sleep, since Crandall, not even Stacy.
Wilson opened his eyes.
Wilson felt House's body, he felt warm.
"God, House, I need to check your temperature."
Wilson got up and got the thermometer. When he got back to the bedroom; House is having a partial seizure.
"House, Are you okay?" Asked Wilson.
House nodded.
Then Wilson added. "House, if you have another one or if your temperature is 103 or more, I am taking you to the hospital."
House's temperature is 103.2. "House, get dress, now, we need to go."
House glanced over towards at Wilson and towards the dresser and got a jacket, he felt cold.
Even if it was dry and sunny outside.
"House, go." Said Wilson. He helped House out of the car. He didn't even luck their apartment door.
Wilson drove fast, to the hospital.
House would have mock Wilson if he had the energy for it.
They got to the hospital.
When the two got to the hospital, Cameron saw them.
"House, Wilson, What's going on?"
Wilson was practically carrying House.
"He has a fever of a 103, also his seizure threshold is a little higher, I think he has a UTI and not the flu." Said Wilson because he told Cuddy that House had the flu.
"Okay," said Cameron. "I'll admit him."
An hour and a half later House set up in a private room.
They did a blood test on him.
An hour and a half later Cameron is with House and Wilson.
"House, the test shows that you have Microcytic Anemia."
Wilson and House looked at each other, in surprise.
"As you know," said Cameron. "The treatment for Anemia is Vitamin C and Iron supplements. So here is your first shot of both Vitamin C and Iron." After chatting about Chase and her, Cameron left.
"I hate being a patient." House snarled.
"I am sorry." Said Wilson climbing into House's bed.
They fall asleep.
After a while, Cuddy went to check on House, what she saw amazed her; Wilson was sleeping next to House Hugging him close.
It was endearing to watch them.
After a few minutes, Wilson woke. "Microcytic anemia," he whispered, as not to wake House.
Cuddy frowned, worried. "House is a stubborn pig, I know he will be fine." She said reassuringly. Wilson smiled.
"Yeah, I know, thank you, Lisa."
End of Chapter 2