I am sorry for the lateness of this update.
Wilson was discharged a couple of days later; House was still worried and was very overbearing. He checked on Wilson for almost an hour. They were at the motel watching Television after the week they had
"Stop it!" Wilson had said. "Greg, you scaring me." House was looking at him worriedly.
"What? You almost died, Jimmy." House said, why should I explained this sometimes. Wilson was so dense sometimes.
House had bought a tricycle, all though he can't ride in the Philippines or elsewhere for that matter, He ride that trike everywhere; sometimes picking up passengers.
It was getting to the Christmas season; House hated Christmas in the US because it was a boring holiday. However, he and Wilson would be spending Christmas in Pampanga with Gabby and Nick; that was nice, he supposed.
They returned to work after a week of riding the trike and watching crap TV.
As soon as they were back in, there was a man brought with vomiting the main charge. House ran a toxicity screen, nothing amiss. "Hi, Mr?" He got the patient chart from underneath the bed. "Rodrigo, did you ate something unusual?" He was speaking in Tagalog.
Rodrigo is a man in his thirties who looked at House and shook his head. "No." He said, confused as to why a white man speaking in Tagalog.
House seemingly making a decision. "I know that man is your partner," House said in hushed slow tones, a point at the outside the curtain area. The patient looked at him with a look a-kin to fright, wanting to speak. He said. "You are not in trouble, Mr. Rodrigo." He reassured, he then got his phone from his cargo pant pocket; he turned the phone screen on. "That's my husband, Dr. James Wilson."
The patient eyes widen in surprise and sadness. "Yes, that is my partner, I am stuck, Dr. House. I can't get out of here. I have a wife, a family." He sighed. "I can't get away."
House looked at his patient in the eye; he really wasn't good with emotion. "I know," He was well aware that not all gay people were lucky to be in a country that gave the same rights to gay people."
The patient was sweating. "Mr. Rodrigo…" House was shouting because his patient was having trouble breathing. "I need atropine, stat." The first person arrived: Wilson and Cecile.
Cecile gave a syringe of atropine. At this point, House was doing CPR.
"Time of death, Greg."
"No," House said; Wilson needed to take him away from his patient. He looked at his smartwatch, "Thirteen Thirty-eight. I need to do an autopsy, don't call his wife, Wilson."
"Why?' Wilson asked, looking at him.
House breathed a sigh of annoyance. "I think he was murdered."
"Dr. House, medicolegal will have him," Cecile said.
House crossed his arm, thinking about it. "Oh, I just want a skin sample, and it's there's."
"Why?"
House was looking at the patient's body, now. "Look at him." He directed the words at Wilson.
"What?"
House sighed and said like he was explaining something to an idiot. "Look at the skin, puffy," He points at Rodrigo's skin. "There are spots, Its heavy metal poisoning."
Wilson and Cecile looked taken aback. "Arsenic poisoning?" The nurse asked.
"Yes, no, maybe," House said.
"Greg, you think he had been murdered?" Wilson asked.
"Yes," House sighed, thinking of what to do. "Where's the man that came with him?"
"He went outside." The nurse said.
"Go and get him."
A couple of moments later, a man in his mid-thirties entered the booth. "You're his partner." House deduced, the man nodded his head. "I am sorry for your loss, do you know he has a wife?" The man looked at him incredulously and cried in House's shoulder.
"Sorry, I love him so much, I don't have a calm with him."
Wilson and Cecile looked at him, his partner smiled. 'I am very proud of you.' He implied but not speak.
"What is his wife's occupation?" House said.
"Ah… they are both chemists, in a lab." The man said in Tagalog.
House looked at Wilson, with the satisfaction of proving himself right. "Ah, right. I need to call the cops." House told Wilson. "I think her wife killed Adam."The partner said and started to cry, House hugged the man.
"I need to check on the labs," House said, walking away.
A day later, House looked at from the microscope at the makeshift lab. His undergrad was in chemistry and physics, but he was stumped, he knew. There were only three heavy metals in a standard test, mercury, lead, and arsenic. He knew that that wasn't it because it's too easy.
He had acquired his patient and his wife's medical files this morning. "The wife has kidney problems, I am an idiot, Damm me."
Wilson was standing next to him; his shift has ended already and waiting for him to go home. "Aluminum poisoning."
"I told you it's the wife," House said.
"Good job, Greg," Wilson said, helping House pack his things.
A couple of days later, House sat on the small kitchen table with Wilson sitting beside him. It was their day off, House was bored. He was playing his guitar so hard that the strings broke.
Wilson looked up from where he was seated. He got the martin from House, gave him his cane instead. "Let's go for a walk. You look bored."
"To where?" House protested, but he stood up and got his shoes.
They walked from the motel room to the road. "What?" House was iterated as they entered the 7-11 convenience store.
Wilson sighed. "Just wait and see, Greg." However, he smiled.
They bought food: candy, banana, rice bowls, and drinks. As they were leaving 7-11, they were people who stood in the threshold selling swim goggles. Wilson asked for its price and when they agreed after a bit of heckling, House said, "We're going to the beach."
Wilson smiled, "Yes."
They hired a trike for a bit of money; House was unable to ride there own. House rode in the driver's side while Wilson inside. House was chatting with the driver as usual.
Ten minutes later, he was paying for the trike, He followed House who got out of the motorcycle as fast as his hypotonic legs could carry him. "Greg, wait." House stopped after near the entrance to the resort.
They settled the day bags on the sand with a blue Star Wars towel on the ground. It was a beautiful day, the sun shines so bright and clear skies bounced down to the clear blue sea.
They both sat on the towel in a semi-secluded area so as not to be seen by people. As they were making out like teenagers, kissing each other.
Sometime later, House spoke first. "I don't want to go home. It had been a good couple of months."
Wilson knew that this would be a conversation for the ages. He knew House was contented. "I know, as far I am concern you were happy. I love that. You know, We can always come back."
House intertwined his fingers with Wilson. "You know what, Jimmy, I would want every year. I want to go here to unwind from Princeton."
"We can always come back," murmured Wilson again. "I have grown to love this place."
"Why?" House asked, the curiosity evident in his face.
Wilson looked ahead, the beautiful beach, immaculate sand bright, with its inhabitants. House could probably know everything about them; he chuckled.
"That one, House said pointing at a woman with a dark complexion. Was a nurse from Australia with an Australian, husband."
"How do you know?" Wilson asked while playing the sand.
House shrugged looking at her. "She was wearing a shark necklace and she talking on the phone, and her phone was off the Sidney Opera House with her parents, who went to Australia to visit, because there is a visa, for Filipino's to go to Australia. " Wilson knew that House's deductive skills were a gift to behold.
He also knew that House loved being here because of the pressure he was in to stay or be normal. The Philippines, he loved dearly. In Princeton, House just revered for his medical prowess but hated by peers. House was very disheartened by the whole situation in Princeton. He would show his displeasure by being an ass. Inside House was hurting. the only one who could see that was Wilson.
As they were packing to leave the beach, House gave Wilson a hugged and said. "Thank you."
End of Chapter 10