It wasn't until the next morning that I had some extra free time to check back in on Steve, only to find he had been moved under the orders of Dr. Wilson.

"Donna," I said to one of the nurses, "I'm going upstairs for a minute to get an update on a patient admitted yesterday."

The young girl nodded. "Yes, ma'am, Dr. Cameron."

It made me smile on my way to the correct floor.

I made it a point to walk swiftly past House's office but couldn't resist sneaking a peek. There was no one in the conference room but House's shades were closed and I'd lay good odds that the surly man was either napping or playing his Game Boy DS.

Wilson's door was halfway opened and I saw him charting on his desk but I still knocked for good measure. He looked up and gestured me to come in. "Good morning," he greeted me warmly.

"Hey." I sat down and couldn't stop my look of disgust at his hideous tie of hot pink with neon green turtles and orange polka dots. "What the hell's up with that?" I had to ask. "Did you lose a bet with House?"

The handsome doctor sighed. "Actually I did. It's pretty bad isn't it."

I put my hand to my mouth to stop from laughing right out. "It's horrible."

"Thanks."

When I thought I had control of the rising giggle, I raised an eyebrow. "I thought you knew better than to bet with House. Well, against him anyway."

Wilson pulled at the offensive item to loosen the knot. "You would think. But I was sure I could win."

I pushed a curl back behind my ear as I leaned back in a relaxed state. "What was the bet?"

Wilson turned pink. "It was stupid, really."

I smirked. "Aren't they all?"

"He has the three new people constantly trying to prove who would be a better choice for his team. House said he could get the girls to fight over who would...want to pleasure him more."

My jaw dropped. "And they did?"

He nodded. "House instigated it and before the end of the day the girls were nearly ready to claw each other."

"Over House?"

"Yep."

"Did he offer them money? Lie about anything?"

"Nope. I was present for the entire exchange."

"Wow," was all I could say.

Wilson grimaced. "I know. I couldn't believe it. Apparently being on House's team is more prestigious than we originally thought. Or House's allure is incredible."

"Apparently."

"But you didn't come about House. Or the tie."

"No, but the tie does make for an interesting conversational piece."

"What can I do for you this fine morning, Dr. Cameron?"

"I had a little downtime and wanted to check in on Mr. Robinson."

He nodded and shifted through several charts to find the appropriate one, a move that was needless since he didn't need to refer to it at all. "This morning was bad for him. He never seemed to catch his breath from coughing. We were able to collect a specimen of his sputum to exam then I gave him a strong cough suppressant. We have a bronchoscope scheduled at noon."

I shook my head. "If he has it, what are his chances?"

Wilson stood up and came around to sit on his desk in front of me. "IF is the word. I'm not making any predictions, Allison. Even if our suspicions are confirmed I have no crystal ball."

I sighed. "I know."

"But you had to ask," he supplied, offering his gentle smile.

I was forming another question about our mutual patient when Wilson's door slammed open, making both of us jump.

"What the hell are you two girls gossiping about?" House asked as he stormed the room.

I rolled my eyes are him. "What are you doing out and about? I figured you'd be napping now."

"Just woke up," he said, perkily enough. "Hungry. Food. Now."

"Yes, Master," Wilson answered, standing up.

House turned to me. "Coming? Wilson will buy you a salad."

"House!" Wilson protested.

"Ok, a burger and fries."

I laughed. "I'll come but don't worry, Wilson. I will pay for my own."

House looked interested. "Mine, too?"

I snorted. "You wish."