Wilson I'm not gay.

A/N Wow i cannot stop writing this, would you want me to keep going??

EDIT: SOME GRAMMAR AND FLOW


After a relatively boring case about a patient with sarcoidosis, that somehow took his pathetic team ages to figure out while he slept, the M.D wanted to grab a cab before Wilson saw him. House walked as briskly as he could being his crippled self, to the elevator. To his silent dismay, the oncologist yelled behind him. "House. HOUSE!! Wait up!"

The cripple attempted to speed up but in the process stepped on his bad leg pretty heavily and he stumbled- barely grabbing onto the wall and tears threatened to spring to his eyes. "Jesus House are you okay?" Wilson caught up to him and offered his hand awkwardly. "Look about last night-", he stopped half sentence because he didn't want to keep badgering him about private issues and his friend hated that plus currently there was still people around.House looked over at the brown eyed man and furrowed his brow. "Yep."

Wilson sighed, rubbing his neck before meeting the taller man's eyes. "Do you.. need somewhere to stay?" The two stood together like that before the tall man began to laugh, "I thought you said you weren't gay! Pretty sure there's only," He pretended to confusedly count on one hand. "Oh my goodness! One bed?!" Wilson rolled his eyes, chuckling with his friend. They walked together at House's pace, stopping when he needs it. Eventually they got to the car and started heading to his apartment.


A/N okay the artists block is flooding back in. please leave a review hahah