The elevator shuddered as it began to fly down toward the floor. Wilson slammed his fist into the emergency button, anger blazing in his eyes- turning loving brown into cruel black. "Are you sorry about what you said?" He hissed- eyes still on the panel of buttons. "What? About your cancer patients not all being able to be brave and atleast some of them have to be useless brats-" House's cruel stream of words broke by a hot, white, agonising pain screaming into his thigh as Wilson threw him into the side of the elevator, knee colliding with the purple scar. House screamed, falling to the floor while clutching his leg. "House." Wilson spat darkly, expecting his friend to bounce back up. To his unpleasant surprise, hot tears spilled out of House's eyes and he wiped them away as if they burnt his skin. Wilson knelt down to check House's pulse, his anger fading as he sobered- seeing the result of what he had done.
House flinched
He flinched away from Wilson's hand and nearly brought the young doctor to tears. "House please talk to me?" He whispered as the shaking man curled around his thigh, a loud groan escaping his mouth. "Mh.. arh.." House tried to speak, incoherent grunts being all he managed. "I'm sorry." Wilson flipped House over onto his back. Houses eyes flew open and he gasped, with no air entering his lungs. He screamed. "Wils'n! Ah.. ow" The man sobbed- the thigh writhing in painful cramps. "House the pain should be subsiding right now- why does it still hurt?" House threw his head back, his spine curling into an arch. "Sometimes- Christ!" He gasped a few times before catching his breath. "Hitting an area with d-damaged nerves hurts"
House eventually passed out from pain and Wilson brought the elevator back to their floor, quickly running to plant House on his couch. "Why did I do that?" Wilson whispered and House shot back "Because you didn't take your meds." And he chuckled lightly. "I'm really sorry."
"Yeah yeah, I know."