Alright people I finally got to get another chapter up and am hoping to get another one up soon. Hope you like it and let me know what you think. Nicole
When House woke up he was sweaty and intertwined in Wilson's arms and legs. He started to get a warm feeling in his chest until he remembered what had happened the night before and then he wanted out of Wilson's embrace. He slowly worked his way out of the entanglement of Wilson's appendages. Then sat on the edge of the bed thinking about the night before.
"Hey, you should sleep some more," Wilson said softly, and noticed as House's muscles tightened up.
House didn't feel like laying in the same bed he had been punished in especially next to the man who'd done it and heard some of his most private thoughts, but at the same time he didn't want to be punished again. "I'd rather not if that's okay?"
Wilson frowned and set up against the headboard looking at House's back. "I'm sorry about last night."
House grimaced and his already tight muscles tightened more. The punishment hadn't been physically painful, just emotionally. I had reminded him of his father and how his father seemed to enjoy his pain and that terrified House in a way that nothing else could, even more than Tritter. Tritter had rules, he never caused more than bruises, never stayed more that two hours but Wilson was like his father, always there, even now in his bed. Wilson had to have notice how much it had freaked him out but he still did, it didn't stop him. What if he enjoyed it or got a kick out of the power he had over him? House had allowed it, he could have stopped it, but he didn't and part of that was because he loved Wilson and the other part was because when he saw the belt he realized he had no power and Wilson held it all. If House broke up with Wilson, Wilson would get over and he would be the one hurt. If Wilson broke up with him then he would be hurt and Wilson would move on as usual. House swallowed there was no way he would have been able to spank Wilson if he'd freaked out at all, but Wilson didn't even seem to hesitate. It was just another reminder to House that the man he loved didn't share his feeling.
House's silence worried Wilson and he reached over to give him a reassuring touch and House jerked falling off the bed with a hard thud. Wilson jumped out the bed and ran around to aide House.
"I've got it," House said not meeting his eyes and quickly pulling away from Wilson's hand.
It hurt Wilson to see House retreating from him and pissed him off that House had agreed to the spankings when he obviously had a problem with it. "I'm not going to hurt you House!" Wilson said with angered frustration.
House heaved himself into the wheelchair and looked at Wilson for the first time since last night, "You mean again... right Wilson?" He said with cold eyes and rolled into the bathroom locking it.
There wasn't anything Wilson could say back as he watched House keep rolling and heard the locks of the bathroom. He had hurt House physically and emotionally in a way he couldn't never forget or completely forgive himself for. It was also the first time in what seemed like a long time since he had heard House call him by his last name, and he didn't like it. Then it hit him that he had called House by his last name too, and he wanted to physically hit himself. Wilson sighed and made up the bed and started on making some breakfast. He was about half way through when he realized that he hadn't gotten to go to the restroom before House had locked it up, but figured House couldn't stay in there that much longer.
Wilson had been sitting at the table for almost an hour now, breakfast was cold and he still hadn't heard anything from the restroom. He glanced at the clock and stood up, House had occupied the bathroom for an hour and a half already and this was getting ridiculous. Wilson knocked loudly on the door, "Greg, breakfast is cold and I need to go to the restroom!"
House heard something and woke up in a tub of cool water the first thing that came to his mind was one of his fathers favorite punishment for him.. ice baths. House looked around frantically but no one was there, it was just him. He sighed and let the water out of the tub.
Wilson knocked again, "Greg, you about done?"
House looked at the door, "Hey give me a fucking break, I'm a cripple!"
A part of Wilson was happy to hear his voice and the attitude and another part was REALLY needing to pee. "I've really got to go!" Wilson said loudly.
House pulled himself out of the tub and wrapped a towel about his waist. He sat down and drained the tub then softly opened the door to his room and started getting dressed. He heard Wilson say something about how he was about to pee himself and smiled. When he was done getting dressed he rolled out of his room looking at Wilson innocently.
Wilson looked at him with wide eyes and then at the door and back at House with narrowed eyes, "You're an ass," Wilson said and ran around House and into his room then into the restroom.
House laughed and waited for Wilson to come out. When Wilson opened the door he smiled, "Don't you enjoy it more after a wait?"
Wilson narrowed his eyes on House, "No, actually I enjoy it more when I haven't had to wait an hour. What took you so long in there?"
"Well there really are only two possibilities either I stayed in there forever just to annoy you or I fell asleep or something." House said with a smirk, "Take your pick."
Wilson didn't think it was really a hard guess, "Grow up Greg."
House thought about asking if he did if that meant that Wilson wouldn't spank him like he was a child again, but he knew that would only start a conversation he was trying to avoid. "I'll consider it." He said dripping with sarcasm.
"Whatever Greg, let's just eat some breakfast," Wilson said walking over to the table.
House watched him not moving. He wasn't really hungry and he didn't feel like spending time with Wilson right now, he needed his space. "I'm not hungry, actually I think I'll go lay down for a little bit."
Wilson looked at him with frustration, "I suggested that before you got up and you ignored me. Also I cooked this whole breakfast for you. There's eggs, bacon, bagels, coffee, and orange juice."
"I don't remember asking you to cook a huge breakfast for me, and when I got up I wasn't tired." House said with irritation.
"I made you a huge breakfast because I care about you House," Wilson said raising his voice.
House narrowed his eyes on Wilson, "You had a funny way of showing it last night."
Wilson felt guilty and mad, "You agreed to spankings as punishment. How was I suppose to know you were going to flip out and go all mumbling child on me!" House went in his room and closed the door without even responding and Wilson felt worse then he did to begin with. He got up and opened the bedroom door and looked to see House laying with his back to him. "That was a shitty thing for me to say." House didn't respond at all and Wilson sighed, "We should talk about this Greg."
House swallowed, "Later, right now I just want to get some rest." Wilson started walking in and House sighed, "Alone."
Wilson stopped and now it made sense, House hadn't spent more that 10 minutes in a room with him awake since it happened. "You can't stay away from me forever... I didn't know that would happen."
House frown, "Forever no, but how about the next two hours."
Wilson hated that this was happening, "Okay, I get it, but please just let me make you a plate and try to eat something while you're in here. You need to eat Greg."
House let out a deep sigh, "Fine."
Wilson walked in the kitchen and made a plate with large servings of everything and warmed it up in the microwave then took the plate and put in on his end table along with juice and coffee fixed like House did it. "Just come out when you're ready and remember I'm sorry," he said as he left.
Wilson walked out and closed the door. He looked at the food with disinterest but knew he should eat something and fixed a small plate. He couldn't help but wonder if House would eat anything and remember how last night had gone. He wished he'd stopped when House first looked worried, but he was trying to stick to his guns and now he wondered if House would even want a relationship with him.
House looked at the food and drinks, he hadn't been lying when he said he wasn't hungry. As he looked at the plate he thought about Wilson cooking for him and swallowed. It meant a lot to him and he knew if Wilson saw he didn't eat anything then he'd only feel worse. House didn't want that, to be honest he was more embarrassed than mad at Wilson.
House finally came out of the bedroom about an hour and half after going in. Wilson was cleaning the blender with a toothbrush. "Having fun?" he said with the half empty plate in his hand.
Wilson looked at the plate and smiled, "You ate some."
House shrugged, "You went to the trouble to cook it, the least I could do was eat some of it. It was good."
"I'm glad. Greg, I want to talk about this, but I'm not going to push you if you're not ready." Wilson said walking towards him but stopping about four feet away.
House swallowed, "I'm ready to talk," he said looking Wilson in the eyes. "I'm not really mad at you, I'm... embarrassed because of how I reacted. I didn't expect it either, no one's spanked me since my father and that was forty years ago."
Wilson pulled a dinning chair in front of House and sat down looking him directly in the eyes, "Greg, you don't have anything to be embarrassed about. As soon as I saw how upset you were I should have stopped but I was too worried about sticking to my guns then thinking about what I was doing to us."
House looked down away from Wilson, "I should have been stronger. James, I need to know what I said, I don't remember saying anything."
Wilson put his hand on House's knee and felt House stiffen up. "Greg... this isn't going to make it better, and you don't hav..."
"Please," House said looking at him.
Wilson licked his lips, "Before you asked to keep your pants up. After... you asked if you were good, and said you were quite and relaxed your muscles like you were taught. You thought I was your father and you told me that you would make me proud, that you were sorry, that you knew you were bad, and... begged me not to hate you." Wilson had expected to see a reaction in House, just not the one he got.
"Oh," House said sounding relieved. "I'm sorry if I freaked you out sometimes..." He stopped though and met Wilson's eyes. "Stacy said I use to say things in my sleep when I was dreaming and stuff."
Wilson felt like House was holding something back but wasn't sure this was the time to really push. "I think it would help me to understand more if you told me how your father use to spank you, you don't have to but I think it'd help. If you do, that will count as my question for the day."
House licked his lips nervously, "If I tell you... could... could you not look at me."
Wilson frowned but nodded, "Um... yeah if that helps."
"It does," House said and watched as Wilson looked down at the floor. He took a deep breath, "My father started giving me spanking when I was two and stopped when I was six and a half. He would make me go outside in the front yard and stand were everyone could see me in just my underwear, no matter the weather. He had an old thin black belt he kept just for spankings, it had a worn leather smell and it made a pop sometimes if he swung it hard enough in the air." House swallowed. "My father made everything a lesson, even punishments. He'd coach me to remember not to tighten my muscles and if I made any noise..." House could feel his heart racing and shook his head. "I wasn't allowed to make noise. Anyway, he never told me how many there would be he'd just start hitting me with the belt, usually he started on my back side but if it started to go numb from being struck to much he'd move on the my front. It wasn't just my butt, it was all over, sometimes the belt would cut into my skin because it was so thin. When he was done he'd wrap the belt around my neck and he'd pull it tight enough to cut off my air and hold it like that until I was about to pass out. Then he'd let it go and remind me of how bad I was and lucky I was that him and my mom put up with me. Most of the time he'd give me a good kick before going inside and giving me a chore to do outside." House said coldly.
Wilson swallowed, it was worse than he imagined. "Then why did you agree to spankings?"
House shrugged, "I didn't think it would freak me out like it did. I thought you'd just bend me over your knee and give a couple slaps on the ass... thought it could me hot."
Wilson sighed as he wished it had of been instead of what it turned into. "Okay so I think the spankings need to be removed from the punishment and something else can be put in it's place." He said finally looking back up.
"I can agree to that, so what else do you have in mind?" House asked.
"I control your Vicodin for the day," Wilson said thinking it was a good trade.
House looked at him as if he was nuts, "Nope, I'm not agreeing to that."
"Why not?" Wilson asked, "If you trust me then what's the problem."
House blinked at Wilson as he tried to think. He did trust Wilson with somethings, it's just that was a really hard thing to trust anyone with, especially someone who kept mentioning that they wanted you to get clean. Wilson could make him detox every time he broke one of Wilson's rules. "How do I know that you will give me the pills?"
"You'd have to trust me, just like I'll have to trust you to be accurate if I ever had to do a day in your pain." Wilson said giving him a serious look.
House swallowed and looked down, "Fine." He said although he really didn't really agree with this at all.
Wilson could see the resignation on House's face and knew he was struggling with this. "Greg, I know I've made some mistakes lately..." he stopped as House's eye met his and swallowed. "Some big mistakes and I'm sorry, but I promise I'll never..."
"Don't," House said softly and Wilson stopped, "You can't promise what will happen in the future. You can promise to try or do your best, but you can't promise to never do something."
Wilson frowned as he put a hand on House's face, "I promise to try my best not to hurt you again. I care about you Greg."
House searched his eyes, "You don't get it. I love you, it isn't about me being afraid of you."
"Then what's it about?" Wilson asked confused.
"It's about what you can take away," House said then his face softened and worried at the same time. "You already have something," he looked down, "more important to me than any drug that you can take away and now you can take away my Vicodin too."
Wilson looked at him in awe as it finally, REALLY hit him. House LOVED him, he could crush the huger than life man that was Gregory House just by walking out a door just like Stacy had, if not more so. Wilson scooted to the edge of his seat and put his hand on House's shirt over his heart.
House closed his eyes and put his hand on top of Wilson's, "There's not a lot of pieces left so... please be careful."
Wilson swallowed at the softness in House's voice and leaned in giving him and kiss then leaned back looking in House's blue eyes. "I'll be careful. You really love me, don't you?"
House wished more than anything right now that he could walk. He wanted to be able to pick up Wilson and take him in the bedroom and show him how much he meant to him in a way where words fell short. "Sit on my lap," House said in a pleading voice. Wilson was about to say something and House beat him to it, "It's okay sit on my left leg, please."
Wilson wasn't sure what House was going to do, but after a man tells you that you hold their heart in your hands... it's kind of hard to argue. Wilson stood up and started trying to maneuver to sit on House's lap when House put a arm under his knees and around his back making his fall right in place. Wilson looked around to make sure he wasn't on House's bad leg and then back at him expecting some kind of witty response instead it was met with House's demanding lips on his.
House had Wilson right where he wanted him and while kissing him started rolling slowly to his room. He was having a hard time not getting caught up too much in the physical and remembering to roll. He had about found his groove when he heard and bump and then Wilson's face plowed into his knocking their foreheads together. House rolled back looking at Wilson, "You alright?"
Wilson couldn't help but laugh at the situation. "Yeah, I'm fine. Way to go, Dr. Smooth Move."
House's face dropped some, "It's a bit pathetic, isn't it."
"No, not at all. I think it's romantic and sweet." Wilson said softly and kissed House's neck.
House gasped at how good it felt and looked at the doorway with determined eyes. He took his time getting through the door way while seemed to be working double time to distract him with his wonderful lips and warm tongue and those teeth that were constantly moving on his neck. When he got into the room he rolled over to the bed. "On the bed," he growled.
Wilson had never heard him sound so sexy and jumped off House and on to the made bed completely dresses. He saw House push himself out of the wheelchair and sit on the edge. He began to wonder what he was doing and then realized he was taking off his shoes so Wilson toed off his shoes and tried to kick them quietly off the bed but of course on hit loud and Wilson grimaced.
House looked back at him with a smile, "Did you get in my bed with your shoes on?"
"No... well yes, but I they're off now," Wilson said feeling awkward.
House's smile grew, "You nervous? It's okay." He said as he laid on the bed facing Wilson.
"No... maybe a little, but it's just the shoes..." Wilson stopped as House's thumb raked across his bottom lip.
"I'd don't give damn about the shoes, James." House said looking at his lips and then leaned in kissing him. Wilson had expected the kiss to be needy and intense, but it wasn't. It was soft and lingering like smell of honeysuckle in the air on a warm summers day.
"Just relax," House whispered and then started kissing Wilson's neck. He heard Wilson let out a deep breath and let his hand rub up and down Wilson's arm tenderly. They had all day and he wasn't in any hurry to get this over with. He hadn't yet got a chance to really explore Wilson's body like he'd wanted to do. Which was a shame since it was truly one of House's favorite things to do. He wanted to know what Wilson liked and how he liked it.
"Mmm," Wilson moaned softly as he felt House kiss his jaw and was rewarded by House sucking it softly. He bit his lip as he closed his eyes trying to just enjoy the good work House was doing.
House looked at Wilson and smiled at how relaxed he looked. "That's it, I'm going to give you a massage if that's okay?"
Wilson smiled and peeked at House with one eye open, "You're just trying to get me naked."
House smirked at him, "Maybe... it'll probably end up there but right now I just want to you to let me know what feels good and if something bothers you let me know. Now it's time for you to close those eyes and relax." He watched as Wilson closed his eyes and started rubbing his scalp.
Wilson was so relaxed he thought he might just fall back asleep when he felt House's tongue go in his ear and jerked while giggling. "Okay, not something I enjoy." He said with a smile keeping he's eyes closed.
House smiled, it wasn't most people's thing but you never know until you try. "But it does make you giggle like a girl. So, if I want to make you laugh all I have to do is stick my tongue in your ear."
Wilson looked at House, "Don't," he said warningly even though he was smiling.
"I do love to hear you laugh," House said with an evil grin.
"You know two can play at that game," Wilson said tapping his fingers on House's ribs.
House rolled his eyes, "You're no fun. Okay, no more sticking my tongue into holes... unless you ask of course."
Wilson closed his eyes and felt House start taking his shirt off. Wilson lifted himself to make it easier and House guided him to lay on his stomach and then he felt House strattle him sitting on his ass. House worked on massaging his neck and shoulders and then his back. "You really are good at this massaging thing."
"I get plenty of practice," House said casually and scooted back some and started kissing and nuzzling his way up Wilson's back.
"Damn your whiskers for feeling so good," Wilson said as squirmed some.
House laughed as he made his way up to the back of Wilson's ear. "Oh, you like that do you."
Wilson gasped at the sound of House's voice as his breath tickled his ear while the front of House's body was pressed so wonderfully against the back of his. He ground his ass against House and heard his breaths quicken.
"Oohhh," House moaned in Wilson's ear.
"Aaaahhh," Wilson moaned louder.
House pulled back some, this isn't want he wanted. He wanted this to be slow and thought out not hot and needy. "James, it's time for you to flip over."
Wilson felt the chill of the air as House pulled away from him. He was wondering what he'd done wrong when he was asked to flip over. Wilson did at looked to see House's face in thought. "Why did you pull away?" He asked laying on his back between House's legs.
House could tell Wilson was disappointed, "I'm just wanting to take it slow today. What exactly was it that got your temperature up?"
"When you talked into my ear was the biggest thing but the weight of your body on mine felt good too." He said looking up at House's body, "So when do I get to do this to you."
House looked away with some distaste, "Maybe if we make it level four."
"What the hell does that mean?" Wilson said as House's response felt like a cup of cold water being dumped on him.
House closed his eyes, "Just... don't worry about it."
Wilson grabbed at his shirt, "Okay, I wont worry about it and you can just forget about this."
"You're an idiot. Everything was fine, don't ruin this." House said looking at Wilson with frustration.
"Get off me," Wilson said as he felt himself getting madder.
"No, I'm not going to let you ruin this, just because my answer wasn't want you wanted to hear." House said raising his voice and leaning down over Wilson.
Wilson pushed him back, "Me ruin this? The only one that ruins things is YOU HOUSE! You distroy everything you fucking touch with your God damn MOUTH, just like our friendship! Now get the hell off of me!"
House felt like all the air had been knocked out of him as he heard Wilson's words. "I... James... don't..." but before he could say anything else Wilson pushed him off by jerking his leg. House tried to catch himself but failed making most of his weight shift to his right thigh as he hit the bed his leg jerked causing him to keep rolling and falling on the floor hitting the back of his head on the way down.
As soon Wilson realized what was happening he tried to grab him but it was too late as he heard a loud bang fallowed by a thud as House hit the floor. Wilson scrambled into a sitting position and looked over the bed. "House? Are you okay?" He asked with panic.
House wasn't sure what Wilson said as his eyes looked toward the voice and he saw a blur. He grimaced as his thigh reminded him that it was angry with him by the only way it knew how which was a sharp pain and his stomach let out another sharp pain as if it was trying to compete.
Wilson jumped out of the bed and over House as he put his shirt on while bending over him. "House, how's your head?"
House's eyes once again moved toward the voice that was once again not making words as he began breathing rapidly. He tried to focus and he finally saw Wilson clearly as his he stomach lurched and his mouth opened.
Wilson quickly pulled him on his side to make sure he did asphyxiate as House vomited on the floor. He scooted back some in the squatting position as the vomit spread and even more came out House. Then his eyes noticed a drop of blood land in it and he looked up to see that there was a blood dripping down his neck for his head. Wilson got up and ran to the bathroom grabbing a clean towel and some alcohol. When he got back House was holding the top of his body out of the puke with his right arm. "Come on," Wilson said as he tried to drag House away from the vomit.
House grunted as the movement make everything dizzy and blurry again and it felt like it wasn't ever going to stop as he moved his arms to try and make the moving stop. When it finally did stop he felt himself being propped up against something hard and cool.
"If you need to vomit do it in there," Wilson said as he pushed faced House toward the tub some. "I've got to see how bad this gash is on your head." He told House even though he still hadn't managed to get a response from him. He opened the bottle of alcohol and poured some on the cut then he started wiping at it softly with the towel.
House felt something cold run down his head and neck, which he thought was weird and out of nowhere a stinging pain came from his head making him jerk it.
"Stop moving, I have to get it clean to see how bad it is," Wilson said as he poured more alcohol.
The jerk didn't set well with his body and he hung his head over the tub and emptied himself of what little ruminates of food was left along with stomach acid and some bile at the end. "Killer headache... vomiting... don't remember... Concussion?" He asked.
Wilson could finally see the cut on House's head and even though it was big it was looked to be just superficial. "Yeah," he answered not really surprised that House was diagnosing himself.
House spit out the bitter taste of bile from his mouth. "My head hurts," he said softly.
"I know, when you feel well enough to move I'll take you to the hospital," Wilson said.
"Why?" House asked sounding surprised.
Wilson sighed, "Because you have a concussion, not to mention a three to four inch cut on the back of your head."
"So, you're a doctor right?" House said holding the towel in place an looking at Wilson. "I'm pretty sure I remember you being a doctor."
Wilson couldn't believe House was actually trying to get out of this. "Yes I'm a doctor but unfortunately I seemed to have forgotten my portable hospital."
House frowned as he thought and then held the towel tighter as his head hurt more as he tried to think. "Get me my backpack."
"Why?" Wilson asked getting curious.
"Because I'm can't walk right now and I'd prefer not to go crawling around on the floor on the account of the cut and concussion," House said back condescendingly.
Wilson rolled his eyes and grabbed his backpack from the living room and then put it beside him when he was back in the bathroom. He watched as House unzipped some pockets and one by one started pulling out items Wilson would need to do the stitches. There was a very thin fishing line for the thread, a needle, alcohol, a candle which House lit, gloves that were still packaged, iodine, a cold compress to use instead of ice, triple antibiotic ointment, and bandaging supplies. Wilson looked at every item and back at House as he zipped back up the backpack. "Why do you have this stuff?"
House closed his eyes, "Does it matter?" He asked ask he moved the cold compress to get it cold and then wrapped the towel around it and pressed it to the cut on his head.
Wilson frowned as he's eyes scanned the items, "No, I'm not doing this. I'm taking you to the hospital."
"I don't need a hospital, I'm fine. Now just do the damn stitches," House said with aggravation.
"I said NO! Just like I told you to get off of me before any of this happened, but you didn't listen then and look what happened." Wilson said looking at him.
House closed his eyes and remember most of what happened. "I didn't think you were ready to go public about us yet." He said looking at Wilson.
"What US? There is no us House." Wilson said looking at him.
House looked up at him with big fearful eyes, "We... we just had an argument."
"An argument that lead to you forcing yourself on me and you getting a concussion!" Wilson yelled.
"I didn't force myself on you I was trying to get you to listen to reason," House said glaring at Wilson.
Wilson rolled his eyes, "Call it whatever you like but I asked you to get off of me and you didn't, that's forcing yourself on me."
House's hands turned to fists as he felt his heart race. "No, that isn't forcing yourself on someone. To force yourself on someone you can't be on them to start with. See, someone has to beat you into some kind of submission first and then crawl on top of you, of course it never ends there. All I did was refuse to give up when you did."
Wilson hated that he knew House was describing something that had happened to him. "Either way it doesn't matter. I'm taking you to the hospital."
"They'll ask what happened," House said meeting Wilson's eyes.
Wilson shrugged, "So lie."
House closed his eyes, "I've already lied for you once, I'm not doing it again."
Wilson sat down on the ground, "Fine, I'll do the stitches." He said as he pulled the towel from House's head. They were both quiet the whole time and when Wilson finished he bandaged it up and walked out of the bathroom.
House started crawling to the living room when Wilson walked past him gather his stuff in his bag. "You're leaving?" He asked.
Wilson looked down at House who was looking at him with betrayed eyes, "Yeah, obviously we're not good for each other. I can give Cuddy a call before I go, see if she can watch you for the next two days for the concussion."
"I'll tell you. I'll tell you anything you want to know, just don't. Please don't do this." House said as his eyes began to tear up.
Wilson hated how pitiful House looked, "Sorry, I can't."
House felt his breathing become panic as he leaned again the wall for support as he heard Wilson go into the bedroom and grab some things.
Wilson felt a couple of tears run down as he gathered his stuff from the bedroom. He kept hurting House and he couldn't allow that to happen anymore. It wasn't on purpose, but still it happened and it wasn't like it was going to work out anyway. House couldn't even trust Wilson enough to let him see his body. Nope it wasn't going to work and House had predicted it from the beginning. Wilson threw the last things in the duffel bag and walked out. He stopped and looked at House who had some tear stains down his eyes and if Wilson had been doubting his decision before he wasn't anymore, he couldn't be the one that kept making House cry. "I'm sorry, you were right. This never had a chance."
House grabbed his leg as he walked by and Wilson stopped and looked at him. "P.. please, don't... don't leave." He pleaded as more tears fell and he didn't even try and stop them. "I'll get naked... you can see my body. I'll do whatever you want. PLEASE!"
Wilson shook his head as he looked at House, "I'm bad for you, can't you see that?"
"It was an accident! I love you James. I LOVE YOU!" House screamed as his voiced started to become hoarse.
Wilson had never had a breakup this bad, "I'll call Cuddy for you, she'll watch over you." He said as he took out his phone and dialed her number.
"Hello?" Cuddy said as she picked up her phone.
"Cuddy, it's Wilson, I need you to watch House." Wilson said somberly.
"NO! DON'T DO THIS! I NEED YOU!" House pleaded as he looked up at Wilson.
Cuddy could hear it over the phone, "What happened?" she asked with panic.
Wilson shook his head, "I'll tell you later, but right now I've got to get out of here and I can't do that until someone gets here."
Cuddy could hear House crying in the background, "Fine I'll be over there as soon as I can," she said and hung up.
Wilson looked down at House, "I'm so sorry I didn't listen to you. I never wanted this to happen."
"You... you don't have to go," House said with red rimmed eyes as he looked at Wilson.
"Yes I do," Wilson said softly.
House grabbed his pills out of his pocket and looked at them, "I'll stop... I'll stop the Vicodin... for you I'd stop." He said looking up at him. "You can have them."
Wilson's bottom lip trembled as he looked at House holding the bottle out to him. "I'm sorry."
House threw the bottle across the room hard, "You said you wanted to come HOME TO ME!"
Wilson felt a new wave of tears start down his face. "Oh God. House..."
"NO! It's GREG... I'm Greg, and you're …. you're James." House said between sniffles.
"In two days I got to know you better than I knew you for a decade before. I want to thank you for that House." Wilson said as he squatted down looking at him.
House shook his head, "You said you'd be careful!" He yelled as he looked up at Wilson. "You said... you'd … be careful only a couple of hours ago!"
Wilson wrapped his arms around House in a hug and held him like that until Cuddy knocked on the door. "It's open," He said loudly and she walked in to see him hugging House, and as he pulled away House started sobbing harder.
"No! PLEASE James... don't..." He begged again.
Wilson got out of House's grasps and walked up to Cuddy with tears still trickling down his face. "Hey," he said as he looked at her.
"What happen?" She asked.
Wilson shook his head, "I uh... I can't go into it all right now. We got into an argument and he ended up falling off the bed. He hit his head pretty hard. I did the stitches and he vomited some, but he seems alright physically otherwise. Needs someone to watch him though, it was a concussion. I ended it and he's..." Wilson looked back at Greg who was now curled up in a ball crying, "we're both having a hard time with it. Call me later, I'll tell you more, but I have to go." Wilson said and before she could say anything he grabbed the bag and walked out the door closing it behind him.
Cuddy looked at House, so broken he was unrecognizable. "House?" she said softly, but he didn't respond.