note: this is set about one week after 'Bad Person'


House laid on Wilson's couch, hiding from his team and more importantly, hiding from his parents. It was snowing outside and Wilson had decided to force a lunch with House and his parents again. Hoping it'd be the last place they'd look, he'd locked both the doors and fell asleep.

*Thump Thump Thump* "House that's my office let me in!" Wilson shouted through the glass, rousing the insomniac from his sleep. Giving up on avoiding the oncologist he unlocked the door, thumping his way back to the couch "My leg hurts so no sex for you." The softer man rolled his eyes "Unfortunately for you, Im not in the mood, why'd you stand your parents up for lunch? Now they're roaming PPTH trying to find you!" House rubbed his thigh and nonchalantly spat "I don't wanna see him but since your so eager why don't you go eat with my father!" Wilson rubbed his neck before sitting next to the couch on the ground and putting his hand on his friends shoulder. He didn't shy away but sort of flinched from the unexpected touch. "Please House? Would it make it better if I came?" His puppy dog eyes were irresistible so House furrowed his brows before looking down. "Okay."

Wilson had to help House up, his leg was locked up from barely moving and it felt like an mri was pulling small bits of metal through his muscle. When he tried to stand up on his own, he fell forward into his friends arms, wincing and clutching his leg. Wilson held him like that for a minute, he wasn't going to say anything rude but some part of him felt like House was exaggerating abit. In reality he was in so much pain from just standing and even if it was phsycosymtomatic, it still hurt like hell. "I can't do it." He muttered into Wilson's shoulder. Suddenly his heart shattered into a million pieces, the poor man was falling apart and it wasn't even wholly his fault. "It's okay, I'm here." He whispered.


A/N Wilsons having some doubts about if house is really in pain but maybe he's learning? :0