Chapter 4
Cameron and Chase had just finished telling Foreman about the unbelievable goings on the night prior. Foreman sat in disbelief, "Honestly, I still don't buy it. Seems fishy. We've never seen any indication that House and Wilson are involved. Why now, all of a sudden?"
"They're always together, no girlfriends, they play practical jokes on one another, Wilson's always buying House food. Wilson puts up with House. House confides in Wilson, trusts him even. If that's not love…" Cameron's voice trailed off, shaking her head, "I just can't believe we didn't see it sooner."
"You should have seen House stammer and try to hide the fact that Wilson gave him that rose yesterday. He practically pushed him out the door when he figured out I saw the whole thing. Ya, like Wilson just happened to find that rose on the floor." Chase said, "Come on, we're going to be late for clinic duty and Cuddy's already in a foul mood."
Cuddy stood by the lobby's front doors. She could see that Wilson's car was still in the parking lot, meaning Wilson spent the night with House. She paced back and forth, unsure of how to approach the two men about their relationship. Cuddy stepped outside onto the icy walkway to see if she could see House's motorcycle, but it wasn't in the parking lot. Again Wilson was late. She couldn't remember the last time Wilson was late to work, other than yesterday, and hoped that this wasn't going to become routine. She didn't understand how their relationship could have developed right under her nose without her noticing it. She didn't have a problem with the relationship unless it affected their work, and being late to work was not acceptable. She turned to go back inside and saw Foreman, Chase and Cameron waiting for her inside by the front doors. She took a step towards them and lost her footing, slipping on the ice. She landed square on her tush.
"Are you Ok?" Foreman asked as the three fellows rushed to her aid.
"Yes, it's just my pride that's hurt. My heel caught on the ice and I slipped." The boys helped her to her feet.
"Oh your backside is all wet, do you have a change of clothes?" Cameron looked on with a sympathetic smile.
"I think so, back in my off…" Cuddy was unable to finish her sentence. Just then, the four of them heard the squeal of tires hydroplaning across the ice covered parking lot and the clash of metal.
They looked on in horror as they watched a small blue truck glide out of control, losing all traction. Instead of coming to a stop, it just kept careening towards the bushes up against the building, and the truck slid perpendicular to the main lane in front of the hospital. There was no stopping the truck and there was no way to avoid hitting the oncoming motorcycle.