Fix the joint
Ch. 3
Author's note: This chapter is short, but the next one will be longer. Needed this transition to go into the surgery and the fun stuff. Enjoy. Love the comments they feed the fic. Thanks a bunch.
The only place Wilson wanted to be that night was with House. The consult had made all the actions more real. The anticipation of the surgery at the end of the week brought mixed feelings to Wilson's mind. Of course he was nervous, but not that nervous. He'd never had surgery before, but he was a doctor so it was no big deal right? He just felt worn out after the chatting and the deciding. He was confident in the surgeon and was ready to get his pain taken away. It was no where as bad as House's but now he knows what its like to want the problem to go away.
His mind was still in another place when he arrived. House was sitting on the couch with his feet on the coffee table, a usual sight around this time. Wilson dropped his stuff and took off his tie. Plopping down on the couch he stared at the TV, but wasn't really watching. House noticed, he always notices.
"Slow the hamster down, smokes coming out of your ears."
"What?" That brought Wilson out of his thoughts and more focused on what House said.
"You're mind's reeling, I could see the smoke." He took another sip of his beer, another usual sight at this time. "How'd the consult go?"
"Fine, good guy, great choice by the way." Wilson rubbed his eyes. "Surgery's at the end of the week."
"That soon?"
"Only time he could fit me in. I'm doing one foot then three weeks later the other one."
"How much time are you taking off?"
"Probably three days. Figure if I need I can have someone else do my consults so I can stay in the office and keep the foot up."
"That might work." There was a knock at the door. "Food's here."
Wilson filled him in on what exactly was going to happen to his foot. The surgeon would break the bone diagonally across from the joint and then open that space to straighten the joint. Then would put a pin in to hold the bone in place. No stitches, just steri-strips and he would be allowed to walk as long as the pain was minimal. Out patient surgery so he could go home the same day.
"Sounds like you've got it down. What time is it going to be?"
"Friday morning I believe."
"Surgeons are always sharper in the morning."
"My thoughts exactly."
Wilson did want House there. He wasn't exactly sure but he felt like he wanted him there. He won't ask if I want him to come, even though I do. Can't just come out and ask him, then it would get awkward and he'll back out. Maybe he'll surprise me and stop by while I'm in pre-op. He does have to drive me home after all.