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Chapter Eight

Abate from my heart, my old friend

You stand beside me

Walk with me

Until we meet again

Sirens blaring, Wilson held his friend with so many uncertainties. He was mentally reviewing everything that had happened. All of the initial tests of House came back fine. He's still in pain. And, worse off, he won't talk to me about it.

The door opened and the paramedics came inside, quickly moving over to where House was lying. They did the preliminary tests on House; BP, heart rate, temp. His pulse was up and he began talking to the paramedic.

"Wi...Wilson?" House asked.

"I'm here Greg," Wilson responded. "The paramedics are here and we're bringing you back to the hospital."

As Wilson was trying to explain to House what was going on, he started getting agitated with Wilson. "I told you I don't need to go…I just need…" House trailed, as he closed his eyes laid back on the gurney. He held his leg as it was getting more painful.

"Is your leg bothering you too?" The paramedic asked.

"No….but you are," House retorted.

"House….listen to me. You need to get checked again. We will run more tests and see what's going on." Wilson explained.

House knew he didn't have a leg to stand on, literally. Wilson wasn't giving in and he was in no position to argue. He laid back and allowed himself to be taken back to the hospital

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Same as many

Different as few

Talk with me

Until we meet again

"What happened this time?" Dr. Cuddy exclaimed concernedly, as she hurriedly met Wilson at the entrance doors.

"He was dizzy again; all of a sudden he began vomiting and couldn't stand up. I need to review the preliminary tests again." Wilson responded, frustrated, running his hand through his hair.

"But everything came back clear," Cuddy replied.

The two doctors stood outside the room that House had just been brought into. House looked at them as he was trying his best not to let his face grimace as much as the pain was protruding throughout his body.

Wilson walked into the room with Cuddy as they watched the nurse hook up an IV.

"When I told you that I wanted you in the clinic, Dr. House I didn't mean to come in this way," Cuddy began lightly. "You could have at least come in scrubbed."

"Yes Dr. Cuddy, and as a patient I can tell you I'm displeased that you are flaunting yourself at me," House replied loudly. "That is sexual harassment and I want it to stop." Make her angry and she'll leave you alone.

Alone is where I am

But you greet me

You and me, another day

Until we meet again.

Cuddy's pager had gone off a second time and she told House that she would be back to see him. Great, can't wait, thought House. He sat back against the pillow and closed his eyes.

"So you think I'm giving up as easy as her?" Wilson asked, as he sat down on the chair next to House's bed. He held his chart in his lap as he looked concernedly at his friend. This time it was his turn not to break the eye contact, except to glance at the IV that was sustaining his fluids for the moment. He sat up with his elbows to his knees. "What am I missing that you aren't telling me," Wilson whispered.

"Well, for one thing, you're date with Julie," House said quietly.

Wilson sighed. "There are some things that are more important right now, and I'd hope that you would extend that same respect to me."

House laughed. "So, you're saying I owe you?"

Wilson was becoming agitated himself. "You want to know what you owe me House? You owe me an explanation. Why are you doing this to yourself? I can't help you until you start helping yourself." Wilson was trying to convey his feelings without upsetting him too much in his state. He knew he was vulnerable, but at the same time he needed to know what was happening.

"Wilson!" House laughed again, "I told you I have the flu. I got hit hard this time and I still can't even stand up right. Look…I'll make you a deal. I'll sleep for three days solid. You can check on me when it's over. Just let me…" House paused, "let me go back home."

"You're serious?" Wilson retorted. "You want me to let you go back home after what you just put me through? You think I enjoy seeing you like this?" Wilson looked at the monitor and noticed that House's heart rate was climbing and he needed to back off. "Look, House," Wilson started softly, "if all you have is the flu then you are right…you did get hit very hard. But I need to monitor you to see any kind of progress or regression. You know that."

As he was finishing his sentence, Dr. Wilson's pager went off as well. The phone number that was scribed on it was Julie's. Oh great, he thought.

As ailing as House was, he still was concerned that Julie wasn't going to let this go easily. "I'm sorry I messed up your fun date," House told his friend sincerely.

"Do you think she'll believe me if I tell her what happened," Wilson said with a smile.

"Probably not. Tell her that I was allergic to some Girl Scout cookies you were selling," House replied. He was getting tired, and Wilson saw that.

"I want you to try to get some sleep. I've ordered new blood work so if there is anything new I'll find out," Wilson told him as he stood up. "I'll be back soon."

House was glad his medication was kicking in as he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

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Broken satire

Blue moon rejoice

Pieces departing

Until we meet again

"He's my friend. Yes, I know you need me right now but…I'll still meet with yo…." Wilson was frustrated as he tried to have a conversation with Julie. He knew blatantly not showing up for a date was wrong but under normal circumstances his excuse wouldn't have even been any cause for despondency. Right now when things were shaky any kind of excuse wouldn't be able to hold its own, no matter what parties were involved. Knowingly missing a chance to open the channels was hard on them both, but Wilson knew he made the right decision. He couldn't leave his friend in a time of need.

"Julie," Wilson started quietly, "we need to talk. I need to know why you are so distant. Give me a couple of hours and I'll see you." Wilson felt like he was having the same conversation with two different people. Two stubborn people.

Wilson hung up the phone and again placed his head into his hands. His head was throbbing from everything going on between Julie and House. He rubbed his temples as he sat at his desk with his head down.

"You doing ok, Dr. Wilson?" Dr. Cameron walked into his office carrying paperwork.

Wilson smiled. "I've had better days."

"I compared the blood work from House's first visit and the ones from today," Cameron told Wilson as she paged through the papers. The only thing that I noticed different was this time his radioallergosorbent test came back slightly higher, but nothing of great concern. If it is some kind of allergy it's very minor." Wilson had to smile that if House was allergic to his cookies, he'd have a true out with Julie.

"Thank you, Dr. Cameron," Wilson said.

"Dr. Wilson?" Cameron began.

"Yes, what is it?" Wilson stood up and stretched.

"Has House seemed….different…lately?" Cameron asked cautiously.

"He has. I don't know why." Wilson shook his head.

"I'll keep you apprised when the rest of the blood work comes back," she replied.

House, Wilson thought. What aren't you telling me?