Part 3

Wilson woke back up when lunch arrived. Of course House was the bearer of lunch. Since Wilson was discharged he technically wasn't on the lunch delivery list for the floor.

"How's your case?" Wilson asked in between bites.

"Over. Kept me busy while it was around though." House answered through a bite.

"Cuddy said I'm discharged. I think I'll leave in a couple hours."

"Where are you going to go?"

"Home, where else?"

House put down his sandwich and looked at Wilson. "You're whole leg is casted and you're going to go live in a hotel, by yourself?"

"How will I ever manage? House, I'm a big boy. Besides the hotel bed is much comfortable than your couch."

"Sure it is." He rolled his eyes. "I'll see you around. Let me know if you need a ride home peg leg."

"Peg leg?" Wilson mouthed to himself as he watched House leave.

The hours dragged on as Wilson stayed in the room. Daytime TV sucks, unless you like soap operas. They aren't the same without House's commentary. I need to get out of here. So do I page a nurse? Call Cuddy? There are crutches within reach, I can manage. Wilson sat up, this time without the bed controls. Pushing himself up, he noticed that he still had an IV in his arm. Damn it. And Cuddy never gave me a script for pain medication. Guess I have to page a nurse. After a twenty minute wait Wilson was without an IV, but still needed Cuddy.

"You're still here?" Cuddy finally arrived. It was at least mid afternoon by this time.

"Yes. I need a script for pain medication. And that sneaker over there." He said pointing to a bag of personal effects in a corner. Cuddy got his sneaker and then wrote the script.

"Where are you going to go for the rest of the day?"

"I was gonna go to my office and get some busy work. Then go home."

"Aren't you still living in a hotel?" She sat on his bed and her tone changed from business to friend.

"Yea. I could stay with House, but I don't want to sleep on his couch. This cast is uncomfortable enough."

"Alright. I'll see what I can do." She handed him his crutches. His legs were hanging over the bedside. The right knee was slightly bent in the cast, which allowed his leg to hang off the side. "Can you manage or do you want a wheelchair?"

"I'm gonna try it solo. This will be life for a while after all."

She gave him a small smile and nodded. She got a page. "House. I'll walk with you to your office. He can wait."

"Thanks."

Wilson settled into the couch with a journal and some files. Cuddy left and went to see House.

"You paged?" House was sitting in his office, feet on the desk.

"Yep."

"You look really busy." Sarcastically said.

"How's Wilson?"

"In his office. Ready to go home, or at least that's what he calls it. You can't let him go and live alone in his hotel room."

"He told me he was a big boy. He doesn't want to sleep on my couch."

"He needs you. You should be there for him."

"I am there for him." He removed his feet from his desk.

"He shouldn't be alone."

"I'll take care of it. Tell him I'll come to his office when I'm ready to go. If he needs to go earlier, tell him to call me."

"You should tell him."

"I have a few phone calls to make." He winked.

"Whatever you're up to better be good."

"When is whatever I'm up to not good?" They smiled at each other.

Cuddy relayed the message and House found him snoozing on the couch as he entered the office. Sitting on an arm of the couch he tickled Wilson's naked toes. He stirred and looked to the direction of the tickler.

"Hey." Wilson stretched and yawned.

"Ready to go?"

"Sure. But how are we getting there?"

"Your car. One cripple per motorcycle, that's a rule."

House and Wilson were evenly paced as they meandered there way to the elevator. Once they were there Wilson looked exhausted already.

"You ok?"

"Yeah. Long day that's all."

Settling into the car House could see the pain in Wilson's face. He had been off the IV for long enough that it was finally hitting him. House threw him a look which made Wilson realize that he had forgotten to fill his prescription. House also read his mind. "I've got enough Vicodin for both of us."

"Just keep the car under control."

"Yes sir."

Wilson was only half paying attention to where House was driving but he could tell that House was going in the opposite direction of his hotel.

"House?"

"Thought you were dozing."

"Where are we going?"

"Home."

"To your house?"

"You can't possibly call that hotel room of yours home."

"You're right."

"Bought time you moved back in."