DISCLAIMER: surly the 'disclaimer' gives just a little hint?

QUESTION summated by Kyla Ryan House : WHY DIDN'T HOUSE HELP WILSON?

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House was back at his apartment, lying on his leather sofa awkwardly. He stared blankly into the plain walls of his living room.

His body was still but his mind was not.

He closed his eyes.

Whirls of feelings and unseen emotions clashed together in a whirlwind of electricity in his head.

His thoughts drifted to Wilson. He had been a good friend. He was almost feeling guilty - but really he hadn't done anything. Why is everyone blaming me? It's all Tritter's fault this all happened, not mine.

When he'd found out about Wilson's banks being shut down, he just shrugged it off. It was not like Wilson couldn't handle it or anything; after all, he had been bankrupt and divorced before so it wasn't really that much of a problem was it?

Anyway, Tritter couldn't keep hold on his banks for long. Wilson hadn't done anything wrong, so he had nothing to worry about. If anyone had anything to worry about it'd be himself.

Then when he found out Wilson had stepped down, he had to suppress an eye roll. Why was it such a big deal? He could always borrow money and ask Cuddy to get someone for him to write prescriptions for his bald little patients. Wilson didn't need his help anyway - House already had problems himself.

I'm worried about myself, because it's my problem – it didn't concern anyone else. Nobody else needed to get involved.I had and still have way a bigger problem then Wilson. He should be fine and dandy. It wasn't Wilson who's been denied his normal pain medication for a big chunk of muscle missing from his leg, was it?

Why the hell is everyone acting like it's so important?

All he needed was them little white pills! Why was everyone making such a big fuss? All he wanted and needed was the pills. He had chronic pain for god's sake, anyone with that problem had to have vicodin, whether they liked it or not, but that doesn't really matter. Why wouldn't someone just give the damn vicodin to him?

Well, it couldn't have been that bad for him...could it?

He thought. Well, if I was in his position... I wouldn't care. But Wilson cares, so what would he be thinking, and why am I even so damn concerned? I suppose when Cuddy wouldn't let me cure my patients, I was annoyed. But then again, Wilson's patients are gonna die anyway, so what's the point? Ok, let's list this; he's annoyed about…Patients meds, not being able to do his job saving little bald kids, having his bank accounts suspended….not sure what else. I suppose his wife's probably driving up the wall.

It was then he realized. Wilson was trying to help him, but he just kept pushing him away, which didn't help any either of them. Wilson had all these things happen to him, yet House himself had nothing to hinder him except for his pain meds. House's eyes snapped open.

Bloody hell, How could I have been so blind?

Wilson had sacrificed all these things for him, yet he hadn't shown a hint of thanks.

He'd just put his last one and only friend through a thing called misery-in return for nothing.

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Hope that answered you question. There's something we don't know about House...

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