Past meets Present
Chapter 9
House had packed his bags and they were on the way back to the hospital. Evan in the back sleeping and Wilson driving. He offered the driving to House but he just shook his head, must have been too nervous to drive. Wilson wanted to desperately tell him that he was there for him, call if he needed him, blah blah blah, but he knew it would just rub House the wrong way right now. Instead, he would just glance over at House periodically and hoped that House got the message. He did, he just didn't say anything. He wasn't sure what to say, too many thoughts were swimming around, too many feelings churning that could get in the way. He just sat back and listened to the music until they arrived.
They took Evan to see Cuddy while all the paperwork was filled out and words were exchanged. The walk to the floor was too quick for House, he knew it would be like that. He tried to not let the situation get him down, but he couldn't help it. From now until a long nine weeks were over, he would be locked on a floor, only allowed to enjoy his best friend and his son when they showed up. He had a love/hate relationship with being alone. He is defiantly anti-social so alone was fine with him, but it also left him with his feelings which didn't go over so well at times. Now he would have to talk to people about his "addiction" and his feelings. A therapist would try to butt into his life, a person he barely knew. Getting mentally prepared too longer than the time he had, so this moment was pretty difficult to deal with, and he didn't do a very good job of hiding it.
"House, you ok?"
Pause. "What? Yeah I'm fine. Let's get this over with."
"Ok."
They entered the wing and after his things were searched Wilson could escort him to his room.
"Cozy huh?" Wilson remarked towards the size of the room.
"Keep our bed warm for me huh?"
"Will do." He said with a half smile. He was trying to be brave for his friend, but that wasn't working so well. "Be good and we will visit frequently. Unless you don't want us to. Call me if you need me, or if anything, well you know. You can always call."
"Got it." He reached into his backpack and pulled out an envelope. "Here's all the info. I think you might need. You can always call me too, god knows I won't have much of anything to do while I'm here."
"Stay sane, don't get bored."
"I'll try. Take good care of Evan."
"Oh you know I will."
They just stood and looked at each other, unsure of how to leave considering the circumstances. Wilson wanted to stay with him, and House wanted to follow Wilson out the door and pretend like none of this was going to happen. House laid down on the bed and closed his eyes.
"Catch ya later Wilson."
"See ya House."
Wilson was just about to leave when he turned and remembered something. He left an envelope on the nightstand and was careful not to disturb House in doing so. He wanted to touch him, rub his hand or ruffle his hair, but knew at this time that that was a bad idea. 'Wait until he's home' he told himself as he quietly left the room. He made his way to Cuddy's and took Evan back home.
"Ready for the long haul" he said as he was driving back. "I just hope House is too."
If it seems like it's dragging on and going no where, please let me know and suggestions on how to speed it up would be great. Hope you're enjoying it so far. I'll make it a little more entertaining in the chapters to come.