The ride over was hard. Wilson was still getting used to the sunlight and whimpered every so often. He cried out when they were under nothing but sunlight with no shelter or trees. Wilson took a peek at House. He looked grim, which was usual for him, but this time he looked...evil. Wilson knew vampires were bad, like in Buffy and that show Angel, but even Angel was the good guy. Was House the good guy? He did save lives, but that was his job, and even then he didn't enjoy it most the time. All that mattered was the puzzle. Was Wilson a new puzzle?

"Am I new a puzzle for you? Something new to figure out?" Wilson ventured to ask.

"Quiet, I'm thinking."

"Of what?"

"What happened to me when I changed. I need to tell you."

The rest of the car ride was silent. Wilson noticed how everything seemed brighter, more vibrant on the street, in clouds, in the people. It was amazing how he could see! He looked the smiles on people's faces and their laugher as the passed. He couldn't help but smile. But he also felt something else in the air: sadness. Usually, Wilson would have felt bad at this, but he didn't. He kind of enjoyed it like the happiness. 'Human emotions at its best', he said to himself summing up the car ride.

When they got to the hospital, Wilson couldn't help but to feel ashamed. How was he going to heal people like this? How was he supposed to take care of sick children and old men and women? And what would Cuddy think? He cringed at the idea. Obviously, she didn't know otherwise House would be fired.

"She knows."

"Hmm?"

"She knows, Wilson, she knows."

Before Wilson could ask how he knew what he was thinking, Cuddy stopped them.

"House. Clinic. Now." she said without a hint of merit in her voice.

"But, Mom! I can't! I got to go over to Wilson's house today," House said in mock whine.

"Shut-it, House and get your ass in the clinic." She walked off to her office, but not before to give Brenda directions on how to torture House that day. House limped off, but not without a telepathic thought to Wilson.

"Stay in your office. I mean it."

Wilson jumped at the thought entering his head. He shrugged it off and went to the elevators. 'Must be a vampire thing'," he thought. 'Maybe it can help me. Maybe I should practice today'. He hummed a tune as he went up to the third floor and to his office. 'This isn't so bad,' he thought. 'I'm just different. I can see better, I can hear better. This will help with healing. ' He stopped at his office to get his lab coat and went to make his rounds.

Three floors below, House winced for his friend as House felt a huge headache coming on for Wilson.

Wilson said 'hello' and 'good-morning' to his colleagues and patients. They all seemed oblivious to the fact that he was changed. He rather enjoyed it. People were acting like normal, and he was too, at least from his point of view.

He stopped to see a teenage-girl named Rachel.

"Hello, Rachel, how are we feeling today?" He noticed the rosary on her neck. He'd never noticed it before, but for some reason it gave him shivers down his spine. Christian things had never bothered him before, and he had always considered himself diplomatic in the world of religion. But he couldn't get his eyes of that rosary.

"I'm fine today Doctor Wilson. A little headache is all. The children in the child's ward are driving me crazy."

"Yeah, they do get rowdy sometimes."

"Even when they feel bad, they can still be loud!"

"I know. Here, let go get you something for your headache." As soon as he said the word 'headache' his own head rang. It was like a giant bell was inside his head ringing against his skull, back and forth, back and forth. Wilson screamed. He held his head, screaming and grabbed Rachel's rosary from her neck. It broke spilling beads on the floor. It burned his head leaving a perfect imprint of Jesus on his head. Wilson gave a brief look at his hand before it went back up to his head that was ringing like a bell in a cathedral. Why he grabbed the rosary, he didn't know, but it had to come off. In his mind were pictures of the Star of David burning, his parents, and God, all yelling at him for sinning the night before. It was his fault for turning into what he now was. It was was all his fault.

"I'm sorry, God, I'm sorry." he muttered into his hands, which had slid down his tear-stricken face. A nurse put a hand on his back, but he shrugged it off. "I want House."

"I'm here." Wilson looked up to find House looking concerned. He was a comfort to Wilson whose headache was just now starting to die down.

He grabbed Wilson's hand and pulled him of the girl's bed.

"I'm sorry for breaking your rosary," Wilson said quietly to Rachel.

"It's okay. I forgive you." And with those words, Wilson burst out crying again.

House and Wilson were back in his office again. They both and a shot of scotch, but Wilson was drinking out of the bottle, downing the two Vicodin House had given him.

"I told you to stay in your office!" House told Wilson. They were holding hands, and Wilson had a claw shot into his hand when he said this.

"Ow!"

"Sorry, happens sometimes. Why I can't hold hands.

"You never wanted to hold hands."

"Why not a better reason?"

"I felt just fine until I got up to get the girl some pills." Wilson had downed the bottle and put it on the table. "I don't understand!"

"I never did either. I was alone in this, but you have me, buddy."

At this, Wilson got pissed. "You wanted me to have someone to depend on you, right? You wanted someone to be all yours and yours alone. Well, I'm not doing this with you. I have a home-"

"-A hotel room."

"-And if you could handle it alone, I can." Wilson grabbed his lab coat off the back on the chair and left the room, saying, "I'm going back to work."