Whenever he went to visit House the next couple of days Wilson continued knocking before he entered, instead of just reaching up to take the key waiting on top of the doorframe. It probably was just wishful thinking, he knew, but every time he knocked, he hoped to finally find the door being opened by House.

He had brought him the cane; it was now on House alone what he would make out of it. Jennifer the physic-therapist had said it would be hard for House to pretty much skip all other steps and go from walking hardly at all to just walking with the help of a cane. It would be hard and painful she had told Wilson. The same time, Wilson knew his friend hardly ever could resist a challenge, but this time, he just didn't know where this would lead. It was House's one chance. Wilson didn't even want to know what might happen, would he not take it. What his friend might end up being capable of doing.

Like that, Wilson continued knocking on the door every time he would find himself standing in front of House's door. And like it had happened the last couple of days, there was no response, once he grew still for a moment after having knocked, just listening. Heaving a frustrated and also disappointed breath, Wilson so turned to reach up for the key again. As usually letting his fingers run over the doorframe's top in search for the key, leaning against the doorframe with his other arm somewhat, whenever he couldn't seem to find it. One might think he should remember where he put the key the day before, after all the doorframe wasn't that big.

However, before he could find the key, a sound made him freeze once again. It was a silent sound from behind the door. A sound he did not yet know would soon enough become somewhat of his friend's signature, making it obvious whenever he was approaching. It was the sound of steps. Uneven steps, along with a muffled thudding keeping them company.

Wilson was so very enchanted by this noise he never would have expected to hear ever again, he just kept standing there, leaned against the doorframe, while listening to the uneven steps and thuds approach.

Until all of the sudden the door in front of him swung open and Wilson found himself faced by House, who just stared at his friend leaning against the doorframe in a pretty awkward pose.

"What's that supposed to be? Booty call? Seriously, Wilson. That's not hot; your wife's just been mocking you again. ", House said, cocking a brow somewhat, while all Wilson could do was goggle at him dumfound.

Never ever had he expected to see his friend on eyelevel again. And there he was. Standing in front of him. Wilson couldn't help, but swallow hard for a moment, admitingly at a complete loss of words. On the inside his mind was spinning, almost making him dizzy with joy. He was standing! He was standing right in front of him!

"Are you going to come in or what? " House then finally broke the silence, making Wilson realise how stupidly he just had been standing there staring. As well as he realised House was obviously still feeling very uncomfortable, teaching by the flinch escaping him, whenever he shifted somewhat, while trying to lean most of his weight against the doorway he was standing in.

"Oh. Yeah. Sorry. ", Wilson finally managed to mumble, clearing his throat a bit embarrassedly, whenever he turned to walk inside after House, stopping at the door however. So to close it, get rid of his coat and admitingly in hope to catch a glimpse of House actually walking.

Which he did, for House obviously was about to reach the end of his capability to stand on his two feet, having turned to immediately head back for the safety of the couch.

Wilson just watching wordlessly. He still looked very unstable and painful the way he walked, obviously also having a hard time keeping balance, as well as his steps were very stiff, looking like every little move was really painful to him. Leaning heavily against the supporting cane in his right hand with ever step.

Still, he was walking. He was walking! The first step had, almost literally, been taken. Wilson wanted to praise House, tell him how proud, how happy, how relieved he felt. He actually had a hard time resisting the urge to simply hug House. But he knew this probably would be highly contra productive, knowing House and so, all he said was,

"You're using the cane wrong."

House just turned halfway around, cocking a brow somewhat and like he had read everything that had been hidden between the lines in that single line, said in a teasing tone,

"Oh, demanding high standards, huh? "He cocked a brow somewhat,

"You wanted me to walk with the cane. I walk with the cane. And I use that cane just the way I want to use it."

"Okay.", Wilson merely returned, this time however, not able to keep himself from smiling for a moment.