A/N Oh my god, i have tons of ideas and yet none for the rest of this story. do you like long or short? how many chapters- any ideas welcome!

I DONT OWN HOUSE FORGOT TO SAY THAT BUT YEAH!


Wilson lay awake next to House, the man looked almost peaceful while he slept. If he wasn't in pain he looked like just a normal guy aging, not a traumatised man. 'I wonder what happened. His leg really seemed worse than usual.' The oncologist sighed to himself before falling asleep next to House.

House was roused from his "peaceful" slumber by the ache in his leg spiking like someone had shoved a knife through the remainder of the muscle. In defence of himself, while waking up, he threw his friend off him and shot up, rubbing his thigh aggressively. Once the pain had dissipated some he realised Wilson was looking at him. "Hi." Wilson rolled his eyes and gestured to his thigh, "Need anything?" He yawned and House shook his head. "No just... go back to sleep Wilson"

After the oncologist had fallen back asleep, he got up and tested his leg- thankfully it held. After grabbing his cane, the cripple thumped his way to the living room and checked his watch. *5:00 AM*. He briefly felt sorry for the oncologist before returning his mind to the aching muscle. Sometimes it was so tender that trying to rub it was futile, so he cane-thumped his way around the apartment to distract himself. Lap 1, Lap 2, and then on Lap 3 he had to sit down.

His strategy of walking to distract himself didn't really help in hindsight, considering he's using the aching muscle. Still clutching the offending leg, the M.D slowly lowered himself onto the couch. He shifted further up on the couch and grabbed onto the backing of it, hoping for some kind of anchor and for the ravenous cramp to fade before Wilson woke up. After what felt like an eternity, the angry searing of his leg had faded and he got up to go grab a drink.

Wilson woke up and wiped the drool away from his soft cheeks. Still with his eyes closed, he patted the bed next to him, checking if House was still there but he wasn't. "mmm..House..?" He slowly rolled over and hopped out of bed to go find him.