Fix the joint

A/N: If I'm losing my touch please let me know. If it's getting boring let me know. Enjoy and thanks for the reviews.

Ch. 6

"It's a good thing they put the IV in your right hand. You gotta hold it with your left." House was escorting Wilson to the bathroom. He was holding the IV bags in one hand and the cane in the other.

"Yeah that's a pretty good observation. Wouldn't want any more help than I already have." Wilson was holding the gown closed with his right hand, walking the short distance with House on his left.

"Disaster diverted." House said with a smile as told the nurse's station from the bathroom door. He had to wait until Wilson was done. He would then pull the help cord and House would come and rescue him from his tether.

After the fifteen minute ordeal that was relieving Wilson, he was back into his safe haven House had created for him. Lights off, curtain closed it was dark and perfect for sleeping. He once again got comfortable and fuzzy with sleep when the team came in to take him to the OR. They administered a sedative and left the boys to their goodbyes before they took Wilson away.

"It will be fine."

"Stop saying that."

"I'll keep saying it until you believe it."

"I believe it."

"Good."

The drug was taking Wilson under so he only got out one more sentence.

"Good night House."

"Good night Wilson." He shook his head and relocated the surgical team. "He's all yours."

"See you later Dr. House. We will page you when he's out of recovery."

House nodded his head and left to see his team.

Luckily for him the team wasn't in the conference room. They were probably in the clinic catching up on hours, a task that House never chooses to do, under any circumstances. After pondering e-mails and some junk mail he was resting on one particular thought.

Who was going to cook while Wilson was recovering at the House homestead? House, of course. Better look up something tasty. He settled on a nap, food could wait.

Groggy Wilson was hearing voices. He knew he had been knocked out before entering the operating room, but it must have been only for a short time. The next thing he knew he was being lifted over onto another gurney. And a soft voice was talking to him whether he could hear her or not.

"Dr. Wilson. Hey, James. Open your eyes." He did as he was told even though he didn't want to. They met a masked woman who he knew of but couldn't place at the moment.

"There are those beautiful brown eyes. We are all done with your surgery and are taking you to recovery. Everything went well and you should be ready to leave in an hour or two." She paused as they exited the OR but returned to talk as they went down the corridor. Wilson had closed his eyes after her brown eyes comment but was still half listening to her sweet voice. "You probably won't remember this conversation so we will have it again later. Rest for now Dr. Wilson. Everything is fine." There was plenty he wanted to discuss but at that moment he could have cared less. He was warm, comfortable, and in no pain.

House was equally warm, comfortable and in no pain when he was awoken from his nap. The pager went off and it was from the surgical floor. On his way to see Wilson again, he met Cuddy along the way.

"House, clinic sometime today?"

"No can do. Gotta take Wilson home." He didn't look at her, but forward. He was on a mission.

"Oh right that was today. Catch up tomorrow?"

"Maybe." He didn't plan on going in tomorrow since Wilson would be having a rough time potentially, but right now he just needed to go home after gathering his friend.

Returning to the cubicle he found Wilson much like he was when he left him. This time one foot was wrapped in bandages and propped on a pillow. Other than that he looked the same. He was asleep as if nothing had happened at all. After a good fifteen minutes he started to rouse and discovered House sitting like he was prior to the surgery.

"Hey House."

"Hey."

"You look tired."

"You should see yourself. Any pain?"

"Nah. It's pretty numb still. I think the surgeon put in some more lido. After he was done."

"Smart man. Today will be a breeze."

"Hope so."

Wilson was up and eating by the time the surgeon came over to debrief the boys on what had went on. The surgery went fine, all as expected. Wilson could walk as much as comfort would allow, but should take the first three days easy, limited walking. He was to ice as much as possible to keep the swelling down, which would be easy considering the cold therapy cooler he was given. A wrap would be placed on his ankle and foot which was hooked to a cooler that would pump cool water into the wrap and cool his foot for as long as the ice and water stayed cold in the cooler. Very nifty piece of equipment.

After about a half an hour of waking up Wilson he was changed and ready to rest at House's. Wilson left pain free, House not so much, but he wasn't in agony. Hopefully the night would turn out as good as times were then.