Chapter Four
Hurricane Sandy was crazy and its aftermath has been lots of work especially in New Jersey. And plus I didn't have power for a while. Which is the reason this chapter took so long to post. Sorry about that. Anyway, enjoy the chapter. ; )
Wilson sat in his office chair comatosely skimming through useless paperwork yearning for a certain manic to come bursting through the door. Then he realized the pathetic-ness of that thought and decided to take a stroll over to his neighboring office. As he passed the glass doors of the diagnostics room, he noted the outer office was absent of the team of doctors that usually occupied it.
Reaching the door, Wilson waltzed right in not taking into account that the blinds may have been closed for a reason.
"He…" he cut himself off before accidentally waking his friend from this slumber. The back of House's hand was draped loosely over his face, knuckles bend slightly. Slowly, Wilson headed towards the door deciding it was best not to wake him up just yet.
In as quiet a manner as he thought physically possible, Wilson began slowly opening the glass door.
"I'm awake you idiot." he stated not opening his eyes with a hint of a smirk on lips.
Wilson feeling as though he could jump out of his skin, simply jumped in surprise, then sighed annoyed with himself for not expecting this.
Ignoring House's widening smirk, Wilson spoke,
"Hungry? I'm heading down to the cafeteria to get some lunch."
House reacted to this statement with perplexity.
"Already?" he asked, opening his eyes to check his watch. 'How long had I been out' he wondered to himself.
"I know it's early, but I got tired of waiting."
"I'll pass" he answered staring at an old stain on the carpet. Wilson's offer was tempting, he could hardly remember the last time he'd eaten anything, but he wasn't fully confident in his ability of rising.
"Huh, thought you'd jump at the chance to steal my food." House was anxious; Wilson was picking up on it.
"Not fun with permission. " He answered, gaze shifting lazily towards Wilson, then clouding as his eyes drifted shut.
"House?" No answer.
"House" he repeated louder.
"What?" he groaned feeling rather annoyed by his friends lingering persistence.
There was no response from Wilson, this agitated him immensely.
House deduced from the silence that Wilson was giving him the look. And of course he was correct.
"My eyes are closed you moron." he huffed, gently rubbing his leg. Wilson noticed this and House noticed Wilson noticed.
House not wanting to go into the subject spoke before Wilson had the chance.
"Fine."
Grasping the armrest tight, he swallowed as a feeling of discomfort crept through him. Supporting his damaged leg House placed his feet on the ground as he began to rise. To his astonishment he rose miraculously smooth, he smiled to himself briefly, unable to confine his satisfaction.
Without being motioned, Wilson passed House his cane and House accepted it with a curt nod in their usual thoughtless interaction. Wilson pushed open the door, holding it open for his limping friend. They walked down the hall without a word. House's determination to reach the elevators as quickly as possible was his core focus at the moment. The only outward indicator of pain, being a slight grimace of which the average observer would surly miss, but not Wilson.
Whose acknowledgment is signified with a brief glance in his direction.
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They enter the cafeteria which was pleasantly vacant. Wilson headed to the food line. While looking over his options he realized House's absents. He turned to see his friend sitting at the table, head leaning on the palm of his hand, eyes shut, expression looking particularly pained. Wilson decided to just fill his tray with foods he knew House liked.
House didn't follow Wilson to the food line, his leg was killing him, he instead headed straight for the table. House was happy Wilson wasn't there for he seemed to be having great difficulty sitting down today. Resting his head in his hands, he closed his eyes. Now he regretted not staying in his office, he just wasn't up for this.
A warm hand clasped his shoulder, his head bobbed and his eyes opened. He sighed,
"Not hungry"
His leg was near unbearable today and he had great trouble concealing that fact.
He knew Wilson knew but was glad he ignored the subject.
House switched gears glancing down at Wilson's tray, casually stealing a bag of Lays chips.
Wilson would have gladly given him the chip bag, but he wouldn't want to deny House the pleasure of stealing it from his tray. With an obnoxiously loud pop, he opened the bag, eyeing the contents briefly before beginning to speak.
"Word is the Janitor… he was cut off by Wilson.
"Lou?" asked Wilson.
"No, the other one. He's sleeping with the new hot blond from pathology." he said while munching on some chips.
"You mean the nurse?"
He nodded.
"Wait, isn't she married to the head of Orthopaedics?" asked Wilson now further engrossed into this conversation.
"Yea, and word is she's pregnant." He informed Wilson with a widening grin.
"Wait, then who's the father?" Wilson said leaning further into the table.
"Didn't say, though my money's on the janitor." House stated leaning back.
"How much?" Wilson asked amused by is friends antics.
"Forty bucks."
House felt a bit better the hospital gossip served as an excellent distraction from his leg pain.
"By the way, where's your team? The diagnostics room was empty."
"Don't know, Cuddy's probably got them doing clinic work." He replied stealing a fry from Wilson's plate.
"Hmm, surprised she's not dragging your ass down to the clinic." Wilson said protectively guarding his fries.
"It is odd..." he ponders on this fact while munching on another fry.
His beeper goes off, speaking of, "The evil queen beckons me to her lair." He says reading his pager. He gets up to leave, though not before taking half of Wilson's sandwich for the road. As he walked, he took some satisfaction in getting crumbs on Cuddy's beloved hospital's floor. Then, for good measure, he took one last bite out of Wilson's sandwich then, tossed the remaining crust on the ground.
'Something for the janitor' he mused.
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Next Chapter: Clinic Duty. Always fun. : )