James Wilson considered himself to be an introvert, though not necessarily shy; only quiet. He kept to himself and tended to live vicariously through others, however he never hesitated when it came to women. Many people thought this to be a flaw of character, namely his two ex-wives and a pending third, but he himself thought it to be merely a part of himself, probably the only part, mind you, that he didn't feel awkward about exposing. He loved his first wife until he met someone that he loved, if possible, more. Whether it be an extreme case of naivety or a hidden trait of wisdom, he found that to him, his happiness was what was keeping him alive and he needed to be in control of this one thing for him to stay fully functional. Wilson, who had been sitting at his desk subconsciously sucking on the end of his pen, was stirred from his thoughts by a commotion going on outside his door. Actually, not so much of a commotion as cane being rapped not at all gently on his door. He, got up; roused from his stupor, and fought the urge to yell at House to go away. Instead he opened the door irritably and glared at his friend.
"Yes?" He growled. House gave him a sarcastic look of surprise as he pushed his way into Wilson's office.
"What's got your panties in a bunch?" Wilson ignored this and walked back to his desk, resuming his seated position. House opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by a deafening explosion that shook the hospital. Several things on shelves clattered to the floor and House's cane which was leaning against his chair moved noisily into a horizontal position. Wilson got up cautiously and opened his door to a hallway full of commotion. He headed down the hallway leaving House limping behind him, distance between the two growing quickly.
"Doctor Wilson!" shouted a nurse who Wilson had previously had lunch with on several occasions. He turned his head in her direction.
"Michelle, what the hell is going on?" he asked, watching her head of brown curly hair bob towards him. She had come from the stairs leading to level one of the hospital and was out of breath.
"There was a huge explosion in the left wing of the hospital. Collapsed nearly half the second floor onto the first." Wilson turned incredulously towards Michelle who's scrubs, he had just noticed, were covered in soot and ash.
"You alright?" He asked as they reached the stairs. She nodded fervently but sped up the pace.
"Hey!" yelled House from the top of the stairs. Wilson and Michelle had nearly gotten down the first flight of stairs, but they weren't far enough away for House to hear Wilson shout,
"Shut up and don't take the elevator!" scowling, House turned away and whacked his cane against the wall in an attempt to release his anger. A failed attempt, at that.
Downstairs, Wilson and Michelle had reached the point of commotion. The entire left half of the hospital had what appeared to be a very large dent in it. A smoking wreckage filled dent. Wilson squinted through the smoke and dust; panic leaving him in a cold sweat.
"Lisa?" He called out, his voice shaky. "Lisa?" his volume growing with each step he took towards the rubble.
"LISA!"