Summary: The night of the ketamine treatment wearing off, House has no pills and his leg is overworked and cramping. Wilson comes to help

Pain/Hurt!House/Comforting!Wilson/Morphine/Leg pain/Ketamine

10 PM

House lay in bed, gasping loudly. He writhed around in an attempt to find some source of comfort with the many sheets and pillows thrown about him. He shifted his leg and a cry escaped his throat, pure white hot agony filling him. As he passed out from the pain, swimming in dreams he saw himself, just an hour earlier.

He limped into the house, lines of pain contorting his features. He sadly opened the cupoard- reaching for the cane amongst the golf clubs 'Ha..How ironic,' he cynically thought. Weakly, he limped back to his room, leaning on tables like he had used to. 'I'm right back where I began aren't I? Damn you god.' He gently lowered himself onto the bed and rubbed at his eyes.

As he has shifted his leg to a more comforting position it seized, and wouldn't let go. Whimpering, he tried to rub the overworked muscle but only succeeded in aggravating the mutilated leg. Sweat poured down his face, tears joining it. After what felt like an hour but had only been 20 minutes of on and off cramping and seizing. Eventually he threw his head back and screamed, panting. 'Wilson please, I need you..'

He opened his phone and smashed the speed dial button. It rung... and rung... and rung. A cruel beep to signal he had been ignored or missed rung throughout the sweat-scented room echoed in his ears. "Wil- ah.. ha.. Wilson, just wanted to.. to see if you," he whimpered pitifully as his thigh thrived around his femur. Muscles burning in agony. "You were busy...O-okay bye" He hung up, knowing that Wilson would come.. eventually.

His pain was at a 9.5, climbing with no hope of stopping. "Please Wilson, I need you here." He arched his back, crying out as his thigh burned in agony again, cramps not ever ceasing.

-Wilson-

12 PM

Wilson sighed, rubbing his face with his gentle hands. It'd been a long day with his patients, two long term ones of his had died. Ms Cheryl and a little girl named Lindsay. It'd taken a lot out of him and he hadn't seen much of anyone- keeping his pager on in case of emergency but his phone on vibrate. After re organising some of his journals he sat back down, intending to finally check his phone.

Missed Calls: 1 from House

He stared at the message, rolling his eyes, sure that House was playing him and if it was urgent House would have called again. It'd been an 2 hours since the call but the oncologist felt in the pit of his stomach that it was important, and checked his voicemails. A whimpering, shaky voiced House spoke from the speaker. He had tried to play it off cool but had failed as he was in obvious pain. Wilson practically dropped his phone and ran to the stairwell 'Who cares if my back hurts.. christ House, I'm coming.' He sprinted dangerously down, begging his legs to go faster. 'It's been over an hour who knows how much pain he's in. The ketamine should have stuck, it's so unfair.' He thought, starting the car.

He barely stayed under the speed limit but he still felt guilty for taking so long. "House, I'm coming in!" The cripple meekly tried to smile, knowing Wilson had come almost made him feel better. Throwing the door open, he ran into the bed room and saw a normally strong man, completely out of it. He whimpered and moaned involuntarily, his leg seizing and letting go at unknown intervals. "Wilson.. help" he sobbed out, knowing of his friends presence. Wilson slowly walked to the bed and knelt toward him, gently stroking his hair. "I'm here, I'm here... 1-10?" House puffed out air and gasped loudly "20" Before arching his back and moaning, fresh tears welling up in his eyes. Wilson was at a loss of what to do. House latched onto his shirt, pulling him close and crying into it. "He- ah- help me.. please I can't- I" Wilson was surprised at the admission and was taken aback for a moment. He realised with deep guilt that House was in so much pain he couldn't keep the walls up he normally held so strongly.

"Can I try to rub it?" Wilson whispered, gently laying his hands on the thigh when House sharply nodded. As Wilson rubbed the aching muscle, he felt no give- it just thrived and pulsed under his thumbs. After 30 minutes of trying to calm down the rock hard muscle. Wilson removed his fingers and went back to rubbing his friends hair. "House it's not calming down.. what do you normally do when Vicodin doesn't work?" House gasped, and whimpered. Before breathlessly whispering "Morphine- t- ah.. ha.. top shelf, green- green box" Wilson was already in the living room, grabbing the box and preparing the syringe. "Shhh.. it's okay, it's okay." He whispered calmly into his friends ear as he pushed the drugs. "Hur's Wils'n..." the shaky man slurred whispered as the morphine flooded his system.

-House-

11:40 PM

The pain in his leg slowly faded and he smiled. "Thank you.." Gently letting go of his friends shirt. "House what happened? Do you know why the ketamine wore off?" House rubbed lazily at his eyes, trying to stifle fresh tears but to no avail. Hiccuping loudly, he sighed, finally meeting Wilson's eyes. "I worked so hard on rehab.. I thought if I ran more, if I did more it would stop hurting but- but you, you were wrong it just got worse and then I took a step and it starting spas-spasming."

Wilson continued rubbing this hair and before he could reply House had fallen asleep. As he got up to stretch his knees, he decided to go get House a new Vicodin prescription. He wrote on a spare pad 'Gone to get you vicodin, will be back before morphine wears off but in case- there's the box next to you. I'm sorry the ketamine worse off, let's talk when I'm back. -W' , placing it on the bedside table. He walked out, he didn't know what to do, but he knew he could atleast get the drugs, that was the least he could do for the man.

"It'll be okay House, we can work through this" he whispered, opening the door and walking into the night air.

A/N let me know if you want a second part in the reviews xx