Chapter 11

House examined Wilson in Exam Room Two, shining a penlight into his eyes one at a time as Dr. Cuddy looked on. "Pupils look better." He held out his right hand. "Look here with your eyes." The young doctor followed his hand with his eyes. "Now here."

He turned off the penlight. "Your eyes definitely look better. We're done."

Wilson looked surprised. "No questions about what turns me on?"

Dr. Cuddy scrunched up her face. "I don't even want to know what that means." She looked at Wilson and frowned. "What happened to your cheek?"

"You don't remember? I'm the one with the concussion."

She smirked. "No, the other side, that big red mark."

"Oh that. House slugged me."

"What?"

The older doctor shrugged. "He wouldn't eat his spinach."

Cuddy shook her head as she turned her attention back to the patient. "How do you feel?"

"Better today… still tired but better."

House gloated.

"Don't look so smug," she said. "There's still a question of that bruise on his face."

Wilson slid off the table and walked towards the door. "I'll be in my office faxing a copy of the police report to my insurance company. You two can stay here and discuss me."

He left the exam room.

Cuddy turned towards her problem doctor. "What really happened to his face?"

"I slugged him. He really wouldn't eat his spinach."

"House…."

He sighed. "I couldn't wake him this morning."

Her eyes grew wide. "Oh god. Maybe we should admit him."

"We don't have to admit him." He walked to the door, turning to face her.

"But, you said…."

"His MRI was normal. You're only acting like this because it's Wilson."

She rubbed her forehead. "But not being able to wake him."

"Come on, Cuddy. If he were any other patient, you wouldn't be concerned. What he's experiencing is symptomatic of a concussion. It hasn't even been twenty-four hours."

"I guess you're right. But I don't want him coming back to work for at least a week."

House smiled, interpreting that to mean that he also didn't have to come back for a week. "I'll tell him," he said as he opened the door and left the exam room.

He headed down the hall towards his office.

"Dr. House!"

Recognizing the voice of Dr. Cameron, he slowed down but kept walking. She caught up to him.

"I was surprised to see Dr. Wilson here this morning."

"He's just visiting," he said, picking up speed.

She matched his pace and walked alongside him. "Why is he wearing your watch?"

House stopped walking and looked at her with a surprised expression. "I'm not really sure," he said slowly. "I think it might have something to do with being able to determine the time of day."

"But why is he wearing your watch?"

"Because his was stolen," he said with a distinct edge to his voice.

The young woman didn't like his tone. "It's just a question."

"It's also none of your business."

Cameron placed her hands on her hips as she watched him walk away from her.

When he reached his office, he found Foreman and Chase sitting at the conference table. He grabbed his bag from his desk, picking up the phone to make a call. "Wilson…I'll meet you in your office in two minutes." He hung up the phone and went into the conference room.

"So, we're all squared away here?" he asked. Foreman nodded; Chase was engrossed in a medical journal.

"Good, call me when you get the test results. I'll be in Dr. Wilson's office and then I'm going home."

Chase looked up from his reading. "How's he doing?"

House wondered why his staff was so interested in James Wilson. "Just peachy."

"Tell him I'm glad he's doing better."

House leaned his back against the door pushing it open. "I'll be sure to tell him when we're in bed tonight….talking about you always turns him on." The door closed behind him.

House glanced back through the glass and saw the two doctors looking at each other with their mouths open. He smiled as he headed towards Wilson's office.

tbc

A/N: evila-elf, I hope I didn't disappoint you too much with Wilson getting to the hospital okay. But your review did inspire me to add more Wilson angst to chapter 13. Thank you!