It was quiet after Wilson left. It wasn't a calm or peaceful quiet. It was the type of quiet that makes a person want to keep talking to fill in the silence. The quiet that seemed to settle in the marrow of the bones and became so annoying it got under the skin. House squirmed uncomfortably in the bed wishing even Cameron could be here to chase the uncomfortable silence away. If only Wilson would come back already.

House glared at a few nurses who were staring through the glass walls at the infamous doctor. They whispered behind their hands as they cast glances at the diagnostician but quickly returned to their work when they caught House's glare. He may be injured but he hadn't lost his power to intimidate.

He watched as Cuddy walked to the nurse's station, chatted with a few nurses in a brief, business-like manner and made her way to his room.

"Shit." He muttered under his breath. He may want the silence to go away but that didn't mean he wanted the headache his boss always managed to bring.

"What the hell were you thinking?" Cuddy demanded as she entered the room.

"Normally the first thing a person says in a situation like this would be 'are you ok' or 'I'm glad you're alive'." House said as he stared at her cleavage. "But, with that cleavage, I can see how this is a bit out of the norm."

Cuddy held a file in front of her chest and glared at him. "Do you know how lucky you are? You could've had a concussion, massive internal bleeding, you could've lost a leg-"

"Or I could've died. That would've been nice because then I wouldn't have to lay here and listen to you tell me what I could've had." He stared past her to the nurse's station to watch Nurse Brenda harangue one of the new nurses. It was really quite awful to watch. It reminded him of himself.

"Fine, I won't say anything more about it." She promised, calling him back into attention.

"Good. Pass me my chart." House held out his hand and took his chart from Cuddy. "Minor internal bleeding and two broken ribs aside from other obvious damages. This is what you're complaining about? I've had more serious than this when I was a kid." House frowned at his slip of the tongue. Some things shouldn't be said aloud.

Cuddy raised an eyebrow. "Really? So I guess you really were always this reckless. That bike is dangerous. You should get rid of it."

"It's probably already totaled." The doctor rubbed the knuckle of his thumb over his bottom lip as he glanced over his chart. God, where the hell is Wilson?

"And you'll probably end up getting a new one." She sat down on the chair and laid her hand over House's. "I'm glad you're alright." She said gently.

The doctor simply looked at her hand for a moment before answering. "I'm sure." I want Wilson.

Cuddy stood with a sigh. She didn't know why she expected any different. "I'll come back and see how you're doing later."

"Don't waste your time." House called as she walked out the door. Hurry up Wilson.

There was that awful silence again and House could feel himself slip into it, become depressed by it. The pain steadily increased and he wished to a god he did not believe in that it would just go away. The doctor closed his eyes and breathed heavily through his nose.

"House?"

The diagnostician looked up to see Wilson standing above him, dressed in a clean pair of clothes and hair still wet from his shower.

"Are you ok?" Soft brown eyes looked down at him with concern.

"I'm fine." Thank God, you're finally here.

"No, you're not. I'll up your morphine." Wilson reached over to the machine to up the morphine. "You'll feel better soon." He promised.

House looked at his friend with a serious expression. "I think I love you, Jimmy." I really do.

"Yeah, House, me too." Wilson smiled but negated the statement by rolling his eyes. He sat down on the chair that Cuddy had occupied only moments ago. "So you're probably going to be here for awhile."

"No I won't. Cuddy'll want me here for a few weeks but my chart says there's no permanent damage so I stay for observation for a few days and then I'm a free man." House smirked at the oncologist.

Wilson shook his head. "You can't just leave. You've just gotten into an accident."

"Did you forget that I'm a doctor too? There's no lasting damage. I can go home in a few days, schedule physical therapy in a few weeks. Did you know there's a new physical therapist on the second floor? I haven't seen her yet but I heard she's hot." House smirked again and looked at his friend expectantly.

"Yes, I heard about her but, seriously, you can't just leave." The younger doctor rubbed the back of his neck and looked around the room as if there was something tangible that would convince House to stay.

"You haven't seen her yet?" House asked incredulously. "I thought you'd be all over her. After all, you are single."

"I'm not interested. You can't leave. What if there are complications from the accident that we've missed?" Wilson asked.

"Seriously? Wilson, the philanderer, not interested? Stop worrying, I'll be fine."

"No, I'm not interested and I can't stop worrying. If I don't worry then who will?"

"My mom? Cuddy? Really, I find it hard to believe you haven't taken a go at her yet."

"I'm not interested and if you insist on leaving earlier then recommended then I'm staying at your place until I'm sure you're fine."

"Seriously? So you've finely gotten tired of paying for a hotel room. It's about time. I just figured you've would get another wife to move in with." The drugs were starting to work and he felt the pain start to diminish.

"I'm not planning on it."
"You never do."

"So I guess I'll be sleeping on your couch for the next few days."

"Well we're not sharing the bed."

Wilson shook his head. "I wouldn't dream of encroaching on your sanctuary." He said sarcastically.

"As long as you bring food it should be alright." The diagnostician grinned. He could feel the morphine begin to do its job and he's eyelids felt heavy. They started to drift close and he struggled to focus as Wilson reached up and stroked the House's cheek with his thumb.

"Goodnight, House. I'll see you when you wake up." Wilson whispered.

"Sentimental bastard." House muttered fondly under his breath. Just before he drifted off completely he could've sworn Wilson kissed his cheek but he couldn't be sure.

AN- I'm so tired but I can't sleep…it's one of those nights… so I wrote this instead. Enjoy!!!