Wilson stayed at Cameron's until the movie was over and headed back to House's place. No doubt barrying himself into scotch and his piano. Wilson took out his spare key he still had from when he lived with him and opened the door.
House heared his door open but didn't look up, he kept his eyes trained on the white of the keys. He lifted his hand and picked up his glass of scotch and took a long swig from it, letting the cool liquid into his mouth and running down his throat, spreading through out his body.
"I went to see Cameron." Wilson stated from the couch.
House nodded slightly as he played a few sad notes on the piano.
"You miss her." Wilson stated.
House sighed, "I do not."
Wilson laughed lightly, "How long are you going to deny it?" he asked. "She was sitting in her apartment crying." he stated. "Because of you. You treat her and everyone else around you like a piece of crap. You treat me like a piece of crap."
House slammed his fist down onto the keys, "What do you want from me?" he asked angrily.
"I want you to act like a human being." Wilson said in a caring tone. House was his best friend believe it or not and he cared. "I want you to stop taking vicodin, I want you to stop treating everyone like crap because of what went wrong with your leg and what Stacey did to you."
House laughed lightly, "This has nothing to do with Stacey."
Wilson gave him a slight nod, "Maybe Stacey does have nothing to do with the fact why you are so bitter maybe its just the fact that you are crippled."
House made a shocked face, "Really?" he asked. "Why gee, Dr. Wilson I do believe you are right." he said as he waved the cane in front of his friend's face.
"People think different of crippled people, they treat them like crap, so you think you had better treat people like crap before they treat you that way." he said honestly. "The world doesn't revolve around you, House, get over yourself before you lose more then your team."
"What like you?" House asked.
Wilson stopped when he got to the door and then turned around, "I was going to say your job." he started. "But yeah, like me." he said as he walked out the door, letting the metal slam behind him.
House stared at the closed door and then turned back to his piano. He finished off his glass of scotch and went to go pour himself another glass when his eye caught his phone. He picked it up and slowly dialed Cameron's number.
"Hello?" came Cameron's voice. It sounded different. It sounded weak and fragile. "Hello?"
House let his eyes slip closed and hung up the phone. He placed it back down on the small table next to him and picked it up again, only to put it back down. He couldn't deal with that right now. He couldn't deal with his mistakes.
TBC...