As House limped for the ER room, he saw Foreman, Chase and Cameron coming after him. He knew he shouldn't, but he thought to himself, 'Just once. Just once, do you think they could handle themselves. They're following me like lost sheep. Or ducklings."

As they caught up to his heavily limping stride, he spoke, "I'm going to talk to Wilson, and draw blood.

Chase, book an MRI and a CT scan, we'll wheel him after we talk. Foreman, Cameron, you two check his office and apartment for anything weird," he stopped short at the door entrance.

Rummaging through his pocket, he handed Cameron a key. The two team members both left and Chase just stood in the doorway behind House.

Ignoring the intensivist, House headed into the ER room and sat on the chair next to Wilson's bed,

"Hey Wilson," he started, trying to keep his voice steady, and blanking his face as if he didn't care.

Wilson looked around, looking slightly maniacal, "What happened? Why can't I remember?" Wilson questioned his best friend, looking into House's cerulean blue eyes as he tried to find some answer hidden there.

House looked away. He didn't want to explain- the irrational fear of being hated by his best friend-'His ONLY friend' he thought wildly. He didn't want Wilson to hate him but he knew he probably would anyway. House gave a sigh before saying,

"After I left your office, I bought some amphetamines from the counter, which I put in the coffee. I called you to my office, and you drank the coffee that had the amphetamines in it.

I don't know what happened after- according to Foreman you were acting slightly maniacal when he was there- anyway, something happened, you came to my apartment and I guessed you'd been taking antidepressants, which you confirmed.

I gave you my Vicodin bottle when you were still sweating but you had a seizure and you were unconscious for an hour," House finished his long-winded explanations.

He paused until he realised he was holding his breath, "I'm sorry Wilson" He added.

Wilson looked up at House, who looked like he was about to cry, "Don't cry, House. I'm not angry." Wilson said, taking his hand and squeezing briefly before letting go.

"You aren't but if..." House was trying not to worry too much.

"But nothing. I'm going to be fine. Absolutely nothing is going to happen to me," Wilson interrupted then paused

"I think you should go," he said almost threateningly, suddenly remembering what happened. He let go of House's hand as House stood up and limped out. Wilson caught a glimpse of House's face as he left, he looked almost scared... but also defeated.

He realised House was scared for him, scared of losing his only friend.

Before heading up to his office he saw Chase take Wilson to Radiology for the MRI. He turned as he heard the lift(elevator) ting and limped inside.

As he hobbled into his office and shut the blinds, he began puzzling to himself. 'Start from the beginning House. He showed no symptoms before the seizure other than the yawning. Is that a symptom? Or can that be a side effect of the anti depressants? What about the amphetamines?' He thought. 'One of us needs to check the drugs- both anti-depressants and the amphetamines,' he continued to try unravelling the puzzle in his sleep-deprived state. 'At least I still have the amphetamines in my drawer.' was his last thought before he drifted into sleep.