Fix the joint
Ch. 8
So House felt guilty for forgetting to take Wilson home after the appointment which resulted in a bit of pain for his friend. But things got better. With time and ice Wilson was in less and less pain.
First were the half days. House would get up and go to work then go home for lunch and bring Wilson back with him. Considering that Wilson never really slept in when he had to work he enjoyed his lazy mornings. Luckily his patient load around this time was small so it was easy to schedule appointments according to his new office times.
It only took four half days for Wilson to decide that he could work full days again. This wouldn't really be for that long, considering the next surgery for the other foot was coming up fast.
"You're going to go through all that again?!" House remarked as they sat on the couch, a usual nightly sight.
"Yes. Then it will be over and I will be pain free."
"Must be nice." House said with an even tone.
"Don't do that."
"Don't do what?"
"Make me think about…it."
"What's it?"
"Your pain. And how I'm an ass half the time. Not believing you." House didn't say anything.
"I completely believe you." Wilson looked at him. "I do." House could tell that his eyes weren't lying.
"I know." They paused. "You'll go back to normal with a new consideration for what I do daily. That's all."
"True."
"So you're still gonna do it again?" House questioned.
"Yeah. Now I know how to take care of the pain. I know what it's gonna be like. Might as well."
"Well I'm glad."
"Why?"
"'Cause you'll be here the whole time." Wilson smiled.