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House thumped his way into Wilson's office, whistling 'Piano Man' "Hello House."

He shouted loudly"Hello Wilson!" Slowly he sat on Wilson's desk, legs swinging either side of the man. He tilted his head, analizying the cancer patients file before folding it shut. His eyes suddenly washed over with an eerie seriousness. "I need to talk to you."

Wilson sat back and furrowed his brows as his friend dug the heel of his hand into the purple scar. "Let's talk then, what's wrong?" House breathed out before muttering something Wilson couldn't hear. He noticed and bit his lip, opening his mouth and shutting it. Wilson waited patiently as his friend built up the courage to speak.

"My leg hurts more than usual and... I- ugh. Okay I'm concerned I'm going to kill my liver on vicodin but..." He flung his head around to look at Wilson, who was watching calmly, letting House talk first, he nodded- encouraging House to continue. "It feels like the pain just keeps coming back. Like I can't breathe because my leg is trying to stretch muscles to fill in the hole. It hurts Wilson."

Wilson looked up, and smiled slowly. "Let's see what we can do about it then, do you want me to give you some morphine in the meantime? I'm here for you House. I know it's scary" House stared at Wilson before stretching his arms to his knees, balling his hands into fists and smiling like a Cheshire Cat. "That would be nice."

As Wilson was about to leave, House shouted behind him. "Hey Wilson?" "Hm?" He got off the table and swayed abit before looking up. "It uh, means a lot... what you said."

Wilson smiled widely before nodding and walking out the door, leaving both of them happy and ready to combat this together.