Disclaimer: Okay, so I still don't own House and I still wish I did. This will be the last one of these since I think everyone gets the picture. :D
A/N: Thanks to all of my wonderful reviewers! You sure do know how to boost a girls' ego! I'm happy to know that House is in character. I do worry about him sometimes.
Without further ado…..Chapter 3!
Chapter 3: PerspectiveJames Wilson walked in half an hour later with a condescending look on his face. He didn't say a word at first, just sat down, made himself comfortable, crossed his arms over his chest and stared at House. House started to fidget under his steady gaze.
"What?" House finally asked when he could no longer take the suspense.
"You're doing it again. I can't believe you're doing it again!" Wilson said, shaking his head.
"What are you talking about?"
"She adores you. She's smart, sweet, gorgeous, and she adores you! What is the problem?!"
"Oh. Cameron. Look, I could feel that woman's eyes pitying me in my sleep."
"Pity and giving a shit whether you live or die is not quite the same thing. You always did have trouble with that."
"So what would you have me do?"
"Well, not treating her like crap after all that she's done for you would be a good place to start."
House rolled his eyes. "She hasn't done that much. Sure, she's been nice but let's not pretend that she even knows how not to be nice."
"I beg to differ."
"I'm sure you do."
"I think you're missing the big picture here. She gave the orders that saved your life…"
"That's her job."
"Sheprepped you for surgery…"
"Also her job."
"She assisted that surgery…"
"Again. Her. Job."
"And she hasn't left this hospital in three days. She hadn't even left this room until you made her. She's just been sitting here watching the monitors."
"Yeah, well, no one asked her to." Greg's tone lacked bitterness though as he said this and the look on his face was tinged with mild regret.
Dr. Wilson softened his expression when he saw that he had struck a chord with his friend. He had hated seeing House in a hospital bed the first time this happened. It was even worse now. At times it seemed like only yesterday that Greg had been young, athletic, and, if not friendly, then at least relatively good-natured. On days like this, however, he often wondered if that impression had ever been real at all. He felt like he had lost his best friend in these last few years. He had gained a new one of course, but it would never be the same ever again. He sighed heavily.
"Well that's kind of the point isn't it? No one ever asked any of this from her but she came through for you anyway. She couldn't bear the thought of you waking up alone. You can't possibly hold that against her."
"What I don't get is why she likes me at all. I'm mean. I'm bitter. I'm completely unresponsive to all of her kindness…I just don't get it."
Wilson laughed. "Nobody does. I say, go with it."
House looked unconvinced.
"What I do know," Wilson continued, "is that if you push her away now, you'll regret it forever. You're already miserable. What have you got to loose?"
"Nothing. Nothing at all."
There was a long pause and both of them stared at their hands, the walls, anything but each other. Both could feel the topic coming long before either pronounced it.
"You're going to be okay," said Wilson. "You always are. Now granted," he smiled, "it's a 'just barely' kind of thing most of the time, but you do get by."
"Not this time. Not if I can't walk. If I can't walk, I can't work. If I can't work, I'll just be waiting to die. Might as well get it over with."
"Shut up. Don't say that."
"Well if I'm not ever going to walk again…"
"You'll walk. I know you will. Remember, they said all of the same things last time that they're saying now and you walked anyway. Probably just to spite them, knowing you." Wilson chuckled.
"I don't remember…but then, there were a lot of painkillers involved. I doubt I'll remember much of this when it's all over." It was Greg's turn to grin.
The smile made Wilson breathe a sigh of relief. It told him that his friend actually would be okay and in spite of all his claims to the contrary, he had been worried for a moment there. For nearly 20 years, House had been like a brother to him. It bothered Wilson deeply to see him so miserable and withdrawn. He felt certain, though, that Dr. Cameron was the key to his friend's future and he had a feeling that if House ever walked again, she would be the biggest reason why. She could help House. She got to him somehow. But she couldn't do anything if Greg didn't let her.
A/N: I love writing for Wilson. He's such a cool character. Hope you like it. Please R&R!
