Fix the joint
Ch. 5
Authors Note: If you don't get the end, let me know and I can explain it. Hey an explanation might make a good segway into the next chapter.
It was early yet so the traffic wasn't bad. The sun was rising and inside Wilson' car it was quiet. The radio playing softly, House navigated while Wilson tried not to throw up. That happens to him when he gets overly nervous, he gets nauseous. It's not a good characteristic to have.
House glanced over at a red light and saw Wilson resting his head on the cool window, trying to breathe.
"You are severely nervous."
"No shit." Wilson packed a little punch in his response. It threw House, he didn't expect that sarcasm. It left him speechless for a moment but Wilson didn't care. He wasn't in the mood for talking. He wanted to go back to bed on the couch.
"Wilson." They were at another light. "Look at me." He did, House never called him by his name. "It is going to be fine. No need to be nervous. I know you can't help it but it will be a better experience for you if you chill. Just a little." Wilson didn't say anything, just put his head back on the window and tried not to mess up his shoes.
House focused more on the road and they got there in plenty of time. House parked the car relatively close to the building, handicap placards and personal parking spaces allowed that. It was a little awkward as Wilson and House sat in the car, not knowing what the other one wanted.
Wilson knew he had to get up and go do what he was scheduled to do. They both got out of the car and parted ways at the clinic entrance.
"See you later then." Wilson had calmed down a little. He was walking to the pre-op wing. House was still standing where Wilson left him. He yelled to Wilson's back, "Good luck." Wilson just kept walking, keeping his smile a secret.
Pre-op is a hurry up and wait game. Wilson gets himself checked in and has no wait for a bed. He is an early case so there's no wait. He's given a gown and some socks. He's not thinking about things anymore, just doing what he is told.
Once in bed he waits. A nurse comes in and puts in an IV and starts to run some saline. And then he waits. Paperwork gets done but it doesn't take long enough. Sitting alone, doing nothing. The hour that he has before he is to go in is elongated. Something is running over, already.
His surgeon comes by and makes his marks for the incisions and such. The surgeon gets irritated. His OR isn't his yet, and his patient isn't on the antibiotics like he requested. They are sitting on the bedside table instead being pumped into the patient.
That gets fixed and Wilson is informed that he has another hour wait. He doesn't even care now. He's the patient, nothing he can do.
House manages a quick nap before Cameron comes in early. She tries not to wake him, but does it anyway. Making her way to the conference room she sees House get up from one chair and take a seat in the one behind the desk. He makes a phone call then comes into the conference room.
"I'll be back. Don't kill anyone."
"Where are you going?"
He didn't hear her.
He makes his way down the elevator, across the clinic and into the surgical wing. The phone call told him that Wilson was delayed and House knew that he was at least a little nervous still. Everyone knew of House, so no one questioned him when he let himself in and found Wilson.
Wilson had his eyes closed but House knew he wasn't sleeping. Taking mental inventory of what Wilson was being fed via IV he took a seat next to the bed and propped his legs next to Wilson. Wilson's eyes opened and he rolled his head to see House.
"Hey."
"Hey yourself." He smirked, just a little.
"What are you doing here?"
"What's it look like?"
"Hiding from Cuddy." Wilson was still lying down, wishing he sounded sleepier than he was.
"You got it." House knew that wasn't the real reason but he couldn't let Wilson know that he actually cared. "When's your time to shine?"
"I have no clue. Wish I could sleep though. These lights are damn bright."
House said nothing but proceeded to get up and close the curtain around Wilson's cubicle. Then he turned off the lights and left for a moment. It was now dark and Wilson could relax. House had gone to the nurse's station and told them that Wilson was napping but he was still here. Usually when the room is dark it means that they just came back from the OR, he didn't want Wilson overlooked because it was dark.
House returned to his friend's side and just sat in the dark with him. Wilson was warm, comfortable and felt safe. He had just gotten fuzzy with sleep when he needed to do something. He sat up and looked at House.
"I have to pee."