A few days later, everything was back to normal at Princeton Plainsburo Teaching Hospital. The cops have been called, and reports were being filed. Cuddy was back to barking out orders and getting everything straightened up, House was back to clinic duty, Cameron went back to the ER, and Chase went back to the OR. Wilson was the only one who wasn't normal. Everyone went to visit him, they sent flowers, made phone calls. Wilson had so many flowers it was ridicules, his story was put in the newspaper and he was interviewed though he didn't really care to be on the news or anything.
Patrick's and David were both arrested under sever charges. Patrick's son left with his mother. They both ended up giving House a hug and a thank you. House still couldn't remember the kids name to that day. House hadn't physically visited the child while he was there or anything, not that he did with any other patient.
Everything seemed to be back to normal, and House knew his friend would recover soon enough. He hoped so anyway, otherwise he would have no one to buy him lunch. Cuddy even suggested that Wilson take sometime off. House suggested that he took time off as well, but Cuddy denied it, even after House stated it was a 'traumatic' experience that left him nightmares. She didn't buy it for a minute.
One particular morning Wilson was having a tough time getting in the wheelchair that the nurse brought for him. "I'm not getting in that thing," he said softly. He looked at it like it was his enemy.
House had limped into the room about that time and looked up at his friend, then back at the nurse, "Whats the matter?" House asked the nurse, "Can't get Rover to sit for you?" he asked teasing his friend.
Wilson rolled his eyes, "Funny," he said sarcastically. "I just said I'm not getting in that wheelchair," he said pushing it aside.
"Caroline, go take a break, I have it from here," House said and Caroline nodded looking grateful. House walked over to Wilson's bed and pushed the wheelchair closer to him.
"You're getting in this thing even if I have to bribe you," he said, "James, you've been in this bed for nearly 7 days now, its time you got out and saw the world," House said trying to sound corny. House was trying to hid how worried he really was. One of the nurses said that Wlison was starting to loose hope, and House wasn't going to let that happen. "Damit," House said as Wilson shook his head.
House thought and thought and he smiled a bit, "You know the press are still asking questions about us," House said, "If you don't get in this wheelchair, I'll tell everyone what a nosepicker you are," House smirked. He looked at his friend seriously, "Come on James," he said using his first name again. He felt it might make Wilson listen. "You can do this, it's a few months of rehab, and that's it, don't give up," he said quietly.
Wilson looked at his friend a bit scared. He sighed finally, "Fine, but your buying me lunch today and no arguments," he said.
House grinned as he helped Wilson into the chair, "No problem, for once, I'll let you take advantage," he said. He looked seriously at his friend, "You are going to fight this, and you will walk again," he said staring at him.
Wilson smiled at House, "I will if your there with me," he said. "Don't let me give up, okay?" he asked seriously for a moment.
"I won't," House said to his friend. Not ever. He thought to himself. Wilson and House both knew they had a long road within the next year or so, but Wilson knew if House didn't give up on him, he wouldn't give up. House knew that he would be there for his friend, even if it meant missing soap or two. House smiled at the thought as he limped beside his friend to the cafeteria.