Chapter Seven

The alarm seems unusually loud this morning, thought House. He sat up in bed and rubbed his eyes, looking at the clock. Getting out of bed was difficult. After lying so long, House's leg stiffened and was very difficult to maneuver. A few minutes passed then he grabbed his cane and made his way to the bathroom to shower and get dressed.

Do you believe me when I tell you?

The artists and their masterpieces swaying in the breeze

Dance with me, talk to me, play with me...

Until we meet again.

When House came out of the bathroom he heard Wilson arguing with someone. Rubbing the towel against his hair to dry it, he hobbled over to the bed to grab his cane. How does Wilson do it? House thought as he realized that Wilson was on the phone with Julie. For the way she treats him I don't understand how he stands it.

"Fine, then I'll let it go. No, I don't want to talk about it anymore. Please…just let me fini…." Wilson dropped his head and looked at the phone. She hung up on him, again.

"Trouble in paradise?" House asked.

"You could say that," Wilson said.

House moved over to the couch opposite of where Wilson was sitting. He gingerly positioned his leg so he could sit comfortably. "Want to talk about it?" House asked.

"No….nothing new. She's just….I can't believe how childish she is acting right now." Wilson said as he sat back on the couch and folded his hands across his chest.

He was abruptly interrupted by a knock on the door. House started to get up and was having a difficult time. Wilson put a hand up to stop him and said, "I'll get it, you stay there."

Wilson opened the door and on the other side was Dr. Cameron. She was carrying a bouquet of flowers. "Hi Dr. Wilson," she said.

"Hello Dr. Cameron," Wilson greeted her.

House was very surprised to see her. "How did you know to find me here," House asked.

"Um, you live here," replied Cameron.

"Score one for Dr. Cameron. You don't miss any details, do you?" House replied.

Cameron walked over to house, handing him the flowers. "These are for you. They're from the team and Dr. Cuddy." She said. House knew it was her idea. "How are you feeling?" Cameron asked.

"I've got something going on with my leg that won't go away, but otherwise peachy," House replied.

Wilson and Cameron exchanged glances, knowing that House was not going to divulge any more information than he had to. They both knew that he was a very private person.

"Well I have to get to work, is there anything you need?" Cameron asked, vaguely uncomfortable being in House's apartment.

"Just to get back to work, can you talk that into Wilson for me?" House thought he'd slip that one by.

"Thank you Dr. Cameron," Wilson didn't give her a chance to answer. She walked back out and closed the door behind her.

"Aw, come on coach; let the old doc back in the game, eh?" House again tried but to no avail.

"Show me three solid days of feeling great," Wilson started as House paused him, pointing to his leg, "Ok, feeling great besides the leg; and I'll let you back in." Wilson knew that his friend could always be more stubborn than anyone else he knew.

The two sat in silence for a few minutes when Wilson said, "Julie wants to meet with me to talk. She said she has some issues she wants to discuss."

"That sounds fun," House replied, steadying his eye contact.

"Yeah, nothing better than being railed on in front of other people." Wilson kept his hands folded, looking down at them. House remained focused on his friend as he talked. He knew this was very difficult for him. "You know one thing I don't understand? Why she wants to stay together if she has so many problems with me?" Wilson said, exasperated.

"You listen to her, you let her talk and you are a great person, James. She still loves you…she will always love you. I think these are more her issues right now." House said, still not breaking his eye contact.

"Yeah, and aren't I the lucky one," Wilson said, burying his head into his hands. "I need to meet her for lunch, will you be ok here?"

"Make sure you leave the remote where I can reach and I'll be great," House replied. "And Wilson…don't let her be too hard on you."

As Wilson was gathering a few of his things, House felt his heart racing. He sat back in his chair and closed his eyes, breathing softly.

Wilson saw him from the other side of the room and walked over to him. "Greg….you doing okay?" Wilson asked, concerned. He sat down next to him and saw him beginning to sweat.

"I just need some water," House replied. He suddenly tried to stand up as Wilson stopped him.

"I'll get it." Wilson walked quickly to the kitchen and poured House some water. He gave the glass to him when he noticed his hands shaking again.

"Do you feel dizzy again?" Wilson asked as he felt House's pulse.

House didn't reply but only tried standing again. "Greg, either you sit here or I take you back to the hospital. Those were my orders anyway were for you to stay there," Wilson retorted, helping him back down.

"I'm not dizzy, just tired," House replied, only somewhat telling the truth.

"By the way, today doesn't count in the 'three days of feeling great'," Wilson reminded him. "I'm going to help you back in your bed," Wilson ordered.

"I can do it myself," replied House, somewhat vehemently. "Besides, you need to go meet Julie."

"I'm just going to stay here to balance you," Wilson insisted. He walked next to House cautiously as to make sure he was not going to let his friend fall. But after two steps House felt the room spinning. He held Wilson and grabbed the bookshelf as well. Wilson caught him and eased him to the floor. House squeezed his eyes shut as he clutched his stomach and began vomiting. Wilson knelt beside his friend as he held his head and his side. With his head buried in Wilson's hand, House felt himself breathing rapidly. Letting out a moan, House pressed his stomach again as he continued vomiting. Wilson bent sideways and grabbed the phone to dial 911.

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Thanks for reading! If anyone is interested I have a few more chapters I'm working on if you'd like me to continue.