011. Borrow
Neither A Borrower Nor A Lender Be
House was startled out of his current bout of wholesale pixelated destruction by the door to his office slamming open with enough force to make the glass shiver. That it was James Wilson responsible for this real life scene of almost shattering destruction raised it from startling to highly interesting.
"House!" Wilson yelped, running a distracted hand through his hand. "I need to borrow your cane."
House blinked and lowered his Gameboy. "You what?"
"I need to borrow your cane," Wilson repeated urgently while glancing over his shoulder.
"Why?" House demanded.
Wilson ran a hand through his hair again and licked his lips. "I…can't explain right now. House, please?"
House eyed his friend curiously and noticed that Wilson was practically vibrating with what seemed to be nerves, any moment he'd probably be jigging up and down. As he watched, Wilson glanced over his shoulder and out into the corridor one more time.
"House?" Wilson said urgently.
House leaned back in his chair and waved a casual hand. "Take it. Far be it from me to stand in your way. Besides it'll mean I have to stay here instead of going down to the clinic."
Wilson gave him a distracted smile and rushed forward to grab the cane leaning against the desk. "Thanks," he said absently and strode towards the door.
"Just remember to bring it back," House called to him, squashing down the vague feelings of disquiet that were lurching around in his chest.
Wilson paused at the door and looked back. He still seemed distracted but there was a hint of understanding in his eyes.
"I'll be back before you know it," he said then disappeared out into the corridor.