Past Meets Present
Ch. 11
He went back to his room to waste the twenty minutes it would take Wilson to get Evan to sleep. He had told the nurse at the desk to come and get him when Wilson called back, even if he was asleep, so all the bases were covered.
Pacing. That's all he could come up with doing. The pain in his leg was a throbbing ache, due to the detoxing. They were doing better med control this time, the pain wasn't too bad and he wasn't upchucking yet. Nauseous yes, throwing up no. While pacing he surveyed his room. There was the dresser across from the bed, the nightstand next to the bed and the bed.
That's when he saw it. The envelope Wilson must have left. It was a big office envelope and House had to know what was in it. He gathered the envelope and sat on the bed. Inside there was a note from Wilson. I thought it should be done. Enjoy. –W. His mind was reeling as he continued to go through the contents.
The bulk of the envelope was a medical journal. Wilson had written and submitted an article. One that discussed Evan's case and how House helped him in multiple ways. Setting it aside for later he picked up the smaller package. It was pictures. Of Evan and Wilson, Evan and House (he never remembered the picture being taken) and a picture of the three of them in the hospital. He could only think of one person who could be responsible for it. Cuddy.
He had just picked up the article when the nurse returned. Wilson was back on the phone. Usually patients had a phone call cut off time, but Cuddy said it was fine and whatever Cuddy said, went.
"Hey."
"Hey. So how's it going?"
"Not horrible yet. Saw the therapist and imagine this. I actually shared my story and now I just have to write in a journal and see him every two weeks."
Wilson was shocked. "Wait what? You shared? You?"
"Yeah I don't know what got into me. But now I need you to drop off a journal."
"That's fine."
"How's Evan?"
"Asleep now. He's doing really well and I'm really getting attached you know."
"Knew you would. You picked name for yourself?"
"Not really. It'll come. When do you want us to come and see you?"
"Tomorrow."
"Ok. I'll see you then. Get some rest and try to be good."
"Yes Mom."
"Good night House."
"Good night Wilson."
He hung up and made his way back to his room. He laid down and looked at the ceiling. He thought about which song Wilson used to make Evan sleep. Sifting through all the songs he fell asleep around Time is on my side and Miss you.