Wilson woke up feeling better than he had in a long time. It was Saturday, he was having a good hair day already, and House was back. House. Wilson stopped brushing his teeth a looked around. House wasn't to be seen.
"House? House!" Wilson walked into the bedroom. He wasn't there. Maybe he was in the living room. Not there either. He went back to the bathroom to find House curled up in the corner asleep with his wings wrapped around him.
"House!" House looked at Wilson through one eye.
"What?"
Wilson huffed and put his hands on his hips."You're sleeping on the job, aren't you?"
"No. I was watching you through my mind. That's how I can sleep and keep an eye on you at the same time." House waved him off and curled back into a ball again, but Wilson wouldn't leave.
"Why are you on the floor?"
House sighed and stretched his arms and wings. "I used to sit in this corner when I cut myself when I got home from work. I was stressed. That's why I driving like a maniac on my bike that day."
Wilson nodded. "But why the bathroom?"
"I had band-aids and antiseptic in here. Plus I could bleed in the sink if I wanted to." House sighed again. "Just continue brushing your teeth and I'll get awake, okay?"
"Okay."
Wilson finished his dental hygiene and went into the kitchen to make breakfast. Wilson turned around to ask House what he wanted for breakfast, but he wasn't there. Wilson frowned and started to go to the bathroom, when House spun him around to face him.
"I've been with you the whole time, you don't have to form a search party for me."
"Sorry, I just couldn't see you."
"I'll fade in and out sometimes."
"Oh. Well, what do you want to eat?"
House sat on the kitchen table. "I don't really need food, but I'll eat just for you." Wilson rolled his eyes and got eggs and bacon out of the refrigerator.
"Anything else you want to eat?" Wilson asked as he cracked eggs into the frying pan.
"Pancakes!"
Wilson grinned. "I knew it."
House smiled, which was something rare for him, but Wilson noticed he laughed and smiled more.
"I've noticed something," Wilson said, but before he could tell what he had notice, House interrupted him.
"Yeah, I've been happier."
"Oh, really?" That was all that Wilson could think of. He was still getting used to House knowing everything.
"Yep. I have nothing to worry about, and with pain gone, 'life' is so much easier."
"I can bet."
"I bet you can."
And that' all that was said during breakfast.
Author's Note: I know this is a short chapter, but there has to be break before the next part, which happens on Monday in the story, while this chapter is Saturday in the story. I think this chapter gives a bit of insight of what happened before House died. More will be revealed!
-Perhin
