Wilson is angry and clearly doesn't know how to manage it.
"House!" The oncologist purred, a hiss in his heart. House sat up from the exam table, rolling his eyes and putting his game boy down. "Shut the door, what do you need?" Wilson slammed the door shut, breathing heavily. His body was racked with angry tremors. "How.. how could you," he stormed towards the cripple. "How could you fake my signature? Do you not care about anyone but yourself?" The M.D grew worried, stepping off the exam table and trying to back up but was too slow. Wilson had him pinned against the table. His eyes blazed with an anger that his friend was shocked possible. "Wilson- stop, what are you-" A cruel slap landed along his cheek, resonating an echo in the room. "Shut up. Just shut up." Wilson mumbled, scrubbing the bruise with angry fingertips. "Wilson, why?" House whispered and Wilson faltered, his eyes widening at the red mark along his friends face. House groaned deep in his chest, nearly audible- pain? Not pain? "Wilson seriously why?What did I do?" Wilson dug Houses hand further into the corner of the exam table, taking a shaky breath. "You faked my signature for drugs! Want me to prove you don't need them? Fine!" Wilson slammed his fist against the thigh. "That damn leg? You'll live without the pills if you live through that you ass." House was silent, breathing heavily but shallowly. Tears highlighted his cheeks as they streamed down. His stomach convulsed and he started retching. "Don't come crying to me when you don't get your drugs."
House was left a shivering mess on the floor. He remembered crying out, and Cameron helping him back up and to his office. House started come to when he had some time to recover. "Cameron? What're you d'ing here?" He hummed sleepily, morphine unbeknownst to him, coursing through his veins. "You seemed hurt. Did something happen?" She rubbed his calf soothingly. "Ummm.. Mh Wilson." She stopped. Heart leaping into her throat as she exhaled. "Wilson hurt you?" House sleepily nodded before falling asleep
Wilson jolted as the door slammed open, a blonde woman storming in- steam practically running out of her ears. "What the hell Wilson? What kind of best friend are you?" The door swung shut as Wilson looked at her, confused at first but guilt shivering it's way in. "What do you-" she slammed her hand on the table. "You not only hit his face but his leg?! What was the reason?" The oncologist chuckled darkly, shaking his head. "He was using my signature, my pad, for vicodin. Apparently-" Cameron almost shrieked in anger like a banshee, pacing around the office. "Because he's a pain patient? Do you know what it's like being in constant pain, it never stops, never eases. On the pills his baseline is a 6. You will never understand his pain, neither will I. You know what you can do? As his friend?" She panted, sending a scathing glare in the older doctors direction and he cowered into his chair. "Trust him for Gods sake! Even if he's jonsing, he still needs pills- hurting him isn't helping. You chose an option I didn't think possible..." she rubbed her angry tears away before screaming. "You fucking hit him Wilson!"
Wilson took a shaky exhale before burying his face in his hands. "Is be okay?" Cameron scoffed, before hissing as she left. "Go see for yourself."
House had a thin blanket drawn up to his chest that covered his legs, the right elevated with a heat pad but if looked at, a large black bruise over the scar. His brain was fogged, lines of pain deeply etched into his face despite the morphine. Weak tremors racking his body. A big red mark lacing his left cheek. Wilson gentlyshifted the door open, watching the man. His friend cracked his eyes open, watching Wilson with dulled blues. Wilson tried to come closer but his friend tried to shrink away. "Go away." He whispered, squeezing his eyes shut in a feeble attempt to ease a pain that plagued him. But Wilson just sat down, eyes watching his friend. "What should I do? How do I help you?" House whimpered- too late in snapping his hand against his mouth. "Nothing you can do. Just.. Just go away." Wilson stood up and fumbled with something on the table, returning to his friend. "What?" He snarked but Wilson just grabbed the older doctors arm and began to tie a tourniquet. Then he found a vein and injected a light amount of morphine. "What?" He whispered, finally getting to be released from pain made him more sleepy. "I'm sorry House. I promise I'll make it up to you, just sleep, okay?" House nodded sleepily before falling into a morphine induced sleep.
"Oh House..."