Part 2

When Wilson woke up his was in the Emergency Room, Cuddy was next to him, calling his name. He opened his eyes and tried to turn his head towards her voice but couldn't. Before Wilson could panic Cuddy grasped his hand and started talking. "Wilson when we found you, you were unconscious. Probably from the pain but we couldn't assume anything. We are still running tests. That's why you are in a collar. Don't move your head; it's a battle you won't win. The oxygen is just a precaution." She let Wilson take all that in. He was still in a sleepy state, his voice was quiet. She had to get really close to hear him. "My leg?" She replied. "It's broken. No surgery needed, but you are in a cast up to the middle of your thigh. Hopefully that's all that got injured. We couldn't find the car."

"S'ok. I saw them drive off. Bastards."

Cuddy smiled. "You rest. I'll wake you if we find anything."

Wilson just gave her a silly little grin and closed his eyes.

He stirred again when Cuddy was getting him into comfortable clothing. Most of his had been cut away during his initial assessment. While he was in Radiology she went to his office looking for extra clothing. Finding a gym bag with shorts, a t-shirt and sneakers she figured it was from the time when House was running again. Grabbing the bag she was back in Wilson's cubicle before he was.

She was cutting off his dress shirt when he started talking.

"Hey that was a nice shirt." He said quietly as she cut straight up the front.

"I'll have to remember to replace it." He opened his eyes and took inventory of everything. He was without the collar and the oxygen. There was a pulse ox on his finger, Cuddy just being careful. His right leg was in fact covered in white plaster from the middle of his thigh to his toes.

"Why don't you try sitting up and you can put this t-shirt on. We can tackle the shorts later if you want."

Cuddy handed him the bed controls and he sat up. Realizing that his pants were pretty much gone he turned a shade of red.

"Wilson, it's no big deal. I didn't even look."

She helped him remove his now cut dress shirt and handed him the t-shirt. He realized that she had unhooked his IV so that he could change his shirt. Now that it was replaced, his IV was hooked back up.

"Pain meds?" He asked as she did the medical portion of this process.

"It's a light one. Nothing like morphine, just easier to give IV while you're sleeping and such."

He rested his head back on a pillow. "Thanks for that. How about some shorts? And do you think I could get an escort to the bathroom. This IV is fillin' me up if you know what I mean."

She smiled. "Of course."

Both tasks were done with minimal pain, only an occasional flinch. He was back in bed and comfortable within twenty minutes. Once he was asleep Cuddy went home, but not before leaving a note for Wilson at the nurse's station. "If he wakes up will you let him know that I went home and will be back tomorrow? Anything he needs he shall get."

House walked into the patient's room and found that chestnut haired Wilson in one of the beds, under a blanket. He was covered up to his shoulders, his head tilted to the side, eyes fixed on the television. The room was darker, the blinds were closed, lights dimmed. House was at the end of the bed and now looking directly at Wilson. Wilson didn't shift his attention.

"What are you doing in here?"

He was slow on the answer, must have been dosing. "My leg hurts."

"Good one, but that's my line."

He was awake now. "No House it fucking hurts." Wilson had sat up and was pulling the blanket off of his left leg to reveal why exactly he was there. Wilson had a cast from the middle of thigh to the tip of his toes. He was also wearing a t-shirt, shorts, and a look of great unhappiness.

"I gotta sit down for this. How the hell did you do that?!"

"I didn't do it. Some jackass who can't park did it." He paused as he tried to sit up and become more comfortable. House handed him the bed control. "I pulled in like always and got out of my car. I was standing next to my car making sure I had everything and this bastard who apparently couldn't drive pulled in too close to me and hit me, with his car."

"You got hit by a car! In our parking lot?"

"Weren't you listening?"

"Yea, I just can't believe it."

"That makes two of us."

"How's the car?"

"Fine. He hit me, not the car."

Someone was standing in the door way as the paused in their conversation.

"House did you come in here and wake him up?" Cuddy.

"No boss lady I didn't. He was only half asleep when I came in here. How long has he been in here anyway?"

"Long enough that he needs some sleep. So why don't you come back later."

He turned to Wilson "I'll be back later." As if Wilson wasn't hearing the conversation that was going on between House and Cuddy. Wilson suppressed a smirk and a laugh as he nodded at House.

House left but Cuddy stayed. She knew the whole story, and knew that Wilson didn't tell House the whole truth when it came to his current situation.

"How's the pain?"

"Something I'll learn to deal with."

"You shouldn't have to."

"It's not horrible, just nagging enough."

The paused, both looking at the news for a moment. Cuddy looked back down, at Wilson but his gaze stayed fixed on the television once more.

"Why didn't you tell him the whole story?"

"When he came in here I was angry and I don't know why. Maybe it was because I wanted to call him, but knew he wouldn't take me seriously. I knew I called you last night but I was hoping for House anyways. I'll tell him later."

"He wouldn't take you seriously?"

"I don't think so. He'd think it was a joke, like I was pulling his leg because he was preoccupied with the case. Once he found out it was true he'd feel guilty. I'm skipping the guilt this time."

"Makes sense. You've been officially discharged but that doesn't mean that you have to leave this bed. Just let me know what you'd like to do and I'll make sure it's done."

"Ok. Thanks."

Cuddy left and Wilson went back to sleep.