"I hear House is refusing the Ketamine boosters." Wilson said as Cuddy sat in front of him in his office.
"So he's going to continue to be someone who is defined by his pain." Cuddy finished for him.
Wilson tilted his head slowly. "I don't think that's quite it."
Cuddy looked at him, not understanding the meaning. "What do you mean?"
"House has always been like this. Its nothing new. He's grateful enough to be alive, he knows how it could be with his leg, and he also understands the risks more than anyone else. He doesn't want his window of hope smashed every time the pain comes back. Its like suffering the first days of pain all over again every time he needs the boosters. That's no way to live."
"Staying high on Vicodin is no way to live, Wilson."
Wilson shook his head. "I'm with him on this one. You can't force him to do anything, and you'd be a fool to try."
Cuddy shook her head. "Fine, fine." She got up to leave and Wilson watched her go. He buried his face in his hands as he thought of his friend and the pain he endured.
"Is the wombat of good intentions gone yet?" House asked, sticking his head in the door.
Wilson chuckled. "Yes, shes gone."
"Good, I can go back to my own office instead of evesdropping in yours."
"What? My God House…"
But he was already gone.