A/N hi KKBK2! Thanks for interacting and reading my story ;) I'm having a lot of fun writing this and there will definitely be more to come! i do have school so updates might not always be regular but i'll try to get one out 3 times a week!
They got inside and House flopped onto the couch, the two of them had done this before. Not often since House liked to be at home but Wilson liked to be around him either way. He grabbed a spare heat pad he kept around in case his friend stayed the night and walked over to the couch.
House was laying down, rubbing his thigh so aggressively Wilson was surprised it wasn't hurting him more, if it wasnt. His eyes were squeezed shut trying to block out the tightening of the muscles in his leg, it felt like the muscles were trying to stretch into each other and fill the hole. "House, I'm gonna put a heating pad on your leg and sit down okay? Your gonna be fine." Wilson soothed quietly, he didn't feel as calm as he sounded though because he could swear it looked like the muscles were writhing under his jeans. "Do you want your jeans off?" House managed to force out a laugh, he nodded tightly before clipping out a "So your definitely not gay?". Wilson gently eased his friends pants off which caused House to wince a few times. The oncologist felt bad whenever he saw the wound but he tried to pay no sympathy. He sat down next to the M.D and put his head on his thigh- acting as a pillow.
After awhile the cramp had dissolved and House opened his eyes, he was covered in a thin sheen of sweat and felt really tired but was happy to see Wilson was still there. "Gay." the M.D announced, not rudely or even as an insult, just a fact. "Yeah well you stink right now so go have a bath." the brown eyed oncologist laughed before standing up and gently helping his friend to his feet and walking him to the bathroom. No comments needed to be made, it was just the norm. "Love you Jimmy but I'm gonna take off my own clothes thanks." He chuckled as he walked into the bathroom. Wilson waited until he heard a quiet slosh of water which let him know that there had been no accident.
After around 30 minutes of sitting watching TV, there was a loud*Thump* and a stream of frustrated cursing. Wilson ran down to the bathroom and started knocking worriedly. "House are you alright? Do you need me to come in?" Most of the time House could manage himself just fine but he had been sitting still for many hours and before that his leg was overworked so at the moment he was finding it hard to manage. When trying to get out of bath, he stepped with his right leg first, praying it would hold his weight. As he'd brought the left leg over- the damaged leg buckled and he had fallen. In spite of pride he dejectedly sighed and shouted back "I'm fine" before biting his lip, "Actually I.. need a hand"
Wilson got House dressed and cleaned up and into bed. Not without a few humorous comments however his friend was clearly tired so he offered to go to the couch. "No, your back isn't good enough for that, just lay down"
