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Chapter 10

Wilson was dialing the phone when he rethought his actions. He hung up the phone and decided to wait to return Julie's call. I know exactly what she is going to say, thought Wilson. I even know it's going to be my fault, it always seems to be. Dr. Wilson wished that he could have more answers for her. Sure, he's been distant with her but so has she. It seems far too risky to call when he is under so much stress as he might say the wrong thing. Maybe after I sit and relax I can have more strength to deal with it, he hoped.

Head still pounding, Dr. Wilson walked down to the nurses' station where he found Dr. Cuddy.

"Dr. Cuddy, do you have a minute?" asked Wilson.

Cuddy looked up from the chart and stood up. "Of course. Let's walk," she replied. The two doctors walked through the hall towards the elevator. They waited until it opened and started walking in. "How is House doing?" Cuddy asked as she pressed the button.

"Well, symptoms presenting he could be right on all accounts. He did get pushed down hard from the flu and he could just be taking longer to recover," Wilson said, looking at the doors.

"But you don't believe that," Cuddy said questionably.

"No….I…I know House. He's private and he's stubborn. Both points to what I believe are him just not wanting to talk about it. He's insisting it's the flu and I may just have to wait it out. Dr. Cameron found a very mild allergy, possibly environmental, but nothing dangerous. That's all I have to go on," he continued, exasperated, "all the rest of the tests are normal."

"Are you doing okay, Dr. Wilson? You don't seem like yourself today," Cuddy asked.

"Actually that's why I asked to talk," Wilson started as the doors opened to let them out. "I need a prescription for ibuprofen, 800mg."

"That's a pretty high dose. What's been going on?" Cuddy asked as they walked to the cafeteria.

"Stress headaches. Julie and I are….well, just not very amicable right now you could say," Wilson said quietly. "Just a lot going on right now," he said, looking at the floor. They walked over to the line and grabbed something to eat.

"I'm sorry to hear that, James. Is there anything I can do?" she asked. Cuddy proceeded to sit down with her tray and listen to Wilson.

Wilson stared down at his food which looked very unappetizing at the moment. He ran his fingers through his hair and just sighed. "I'll let you know if I do. If I have a breakdown trying to get House to listen to me then you can sign off on my vacation."

Cuddy was glad he talked to her. Wilson was a strong man and cared deeply for his friends. He selected his friends wisely and when he did, he was there 110 percentfor them. Observing that he always took care of other people before himself, Cuddy wanted to make sure he was okay. "Are you going to eat your salad?" Cuddy asked, noticing that he hadn't started eating.

Wilson nodded as he thought about the fact that unless he could come up with a way to convince House to level with him, he had no choice but to discharge him.

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