It took them four hours to repair the damage to House's spleen, most of which Wilson spent pacing up and down outside surgery. He thought about House's team and whether or not they should be told, but as he thought about it he realised that there was no way that Greg would want them knowing and Cameron possibly dropping in to visit him and make sure he was okay.
House was brought back to his room, semiconscious, he kept batting away hands that were attaching monitors for him, which lightened Wilson's heart because it was an improvement to how he had been before. They had started him on a second transfusion and more fluids.
Once the transfer was complete, Wilson dismissed the nurses and did his own set of obs on House. He leaned down so that he was close to Greg's ear and whispered, "Greg, it's me, I'm just gonna do some obs okay?"
House grunted his approval. Wilson checked his blood pressure, checked his pupils and his oxygen saturations.
"Greg, can you open your eyes for me?" he asked, shaking House's shoulder gently.
House grunted again and slowly opened his eyes; he looked blearily at his friend, unable to focus for a moment. Wilson checked his pupils, much to House's discomfort, who tried to bat away the light.
"Can you squeeze my hands?" Wilson asked.
"G'way," House murmured.
"Come on, House, don't make me get Foreman in here to do the neuro checks."
"You wouldn't."
"I would, now squeeze." House complied but only because right then he believed that Wilson would follow through on his threat and the last thing he needed was the ducklings clucking around checking him out. He waited until Wilson was done with the checks before he spoke again.
"What happened?"
"You crashed your bike, did some damage to your spleen, scared the hell out of me. I know I promised you that I wouldn't make you go to the ER, but you puked blood, passed out and OD'd on your vicodin," Wilson explained.
"You over exaggerate," House said, "I'm sure I only took a few too many."
"Your blood disagrees with you."
"It hurt," House replied, pouting a little.
"Next time, tell me if there's something going on – it's not the worst thing in the world to ask for help y'know." House said nothing, but that was expected. It would be a cold day in hell before House willingly asked for help from anyone.
"How are you feeling?" Wilson asked, changing the subject.
"My head hurts, and my leg," House complained.
"I'll get something for that," Wilson said, heading out of the room and towards the drug lock up. He drew up 50mg of Demerol and headed back to House's room.
"I got you Demerol…" he started, stopping when he saw House thrashing about on the bed.
"He's having a seizure," he yelled to one of the nurses, "get me two of ativan." He headed over to House and rolled him onto his side, "Come on, Greg, you're gonna tear your stitches."
The nurse appeared and pushed the drug, taking over Wilson's position so that he could make sure House's airway was clear. The ativan hit and House's jerky movements slowed and finally came to an end.
"Get me an ultrasound and tell CT we're on our way," Wilson told the nurse, before gently rolling House back onto his back and checking his pupils. He could only hope that he hadn't torn his stitches, the last thing he needed was another load of major surgery.
The nurse re-appeared, dragging an ultrasound along behind her. "I paged Dr. Cuddy, she asked to be informed of any developments," she said, leaving Wilson alone with House.
The ultrasound revealed that the seizure hadn't done any damage to House's wound, which laid Wilson's mind at rest.
"Greg, can you hear me?" he asked, shaking his friend for what felt like the hundredth time.
"What's going on?" House asked, still post-ictal.
"You've had a seizure, Greg. Don't worry, we're gonna get a CT scan and get to the bottom of this," Wilson told him.
"Okay," House replied, scaring Wilson because he just agreed with him House bnever/b just agreed with someone, especially when it came to him needing help. Wilson put it down to House being disorientated after the seizure and waited for the transport to arrive to take him down to CT.
It didn't take them long, and before long Wilson was looking at House's CT scan…what he saw broke his heart.