Wilson had never encountered a woman who could make his blood run cold with a stare before... that is, until he met Emmy Wright. Standing in his office, still recovering from the arraignment, Wilson was hardly prepared for Allison Cameron's older sister. Gathering the case files that had piled up on his desk over the last three weeks and shoving them in his briefcase, Wilson was about to leave to visit Cameron when he heard his office door open and slam shut. Spinning on the spot to chastise whoever had disrupted his silence, Wilson was instead met with the sting of a slap and thready timbre of a woman's stricken voice.
"You bastard! I don't care what Allison says, the mere fact that you were even insinuated in her attack makes you the lowest of low," the slight woman in front of Wilson screeched. Pulling her arm back for another hit, Emmy's wrist was snatched by a gnarled hand, revealing House's presence in the room. Twisting in his grasp, Emmy made eye contact with House and immediately dissolved into tears. Biting his lip, obviously annoyed and uncomfortable, House practically dragged Emmy from Wilson's office, leading her down the hallway and out of striking range. Sitting her down on the bench in front of the nurses station, House barked orders to Rachel to "make sure that the 'could-be criminal' doesn't move". Indignant, Emmy spat something about Wilson being the real criminal, a remark that was almost enough to make House snap.
"Look, lady, I've been dealing with your hysterics for close to a month. Cut the guy some slack, for Christ's sake: he's never had as much as a parking ticket and he just spent two weeks in jail for a crime he couldn't possibly have committed without vomiting out of sheer disgust at the impropriety. So just sit here and be glad that someone doesn't press charges on two counts of assault and being a whack job!" Breathing heavily, House surveyed the room and rolled his eyes in the general direction of the twenty people who had stopped their lives to watch. He turned back to Rachel.
"She doesn't move." Rachel nodded, keeping one eye on House and one eye on Emmy. Retracing his steps to Wilson's office, he wasn't surprised to find his friend sitting in his chair with the back to the hall. Shutting the door quietly, House leaned against the wall and allowed his head to fall back against the plaster.
"Wilson," he whined, stepping forward to prod Wilson's chair with his cane. Wilson turned to face House, his face stained with tears. House's mouth dropped open to say something, only to snap shut. "Wilson, come on, let's go see Cameron." Wilson shook his head 'no', before wiping his cheeks gathering his things. Coming around the side of his desk, Wilson's path was blocked by House's cane. "Stop being a queen and go see her." For a long moment the two men stood, the silence palpable, before Wilson responded with a curt nod. Dropping his cane, House allowed Wilson to pass before following him out.
"Do you wanna splash some water on your face, honey?" House said, his voice mocking. Wilson rolled his eyes, allowing the corners of his lips to flick upward slightly.
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Laughing with his friends, Davidé Bourgenet was beside himself. That girl was surrounded by her friends, she thought she was safe. He had witnessed, not ten minutes ago, her sister striking the doctor they had arrested for her attack, only to be removed from his office by that other doctor, "Il Bastardo" as his friend Robert called him affectionately. Sighing contentedly, Davidé continued with his day's work, the malice of his intentions hardly showing through his blue scrubs and genial appearance.