5

A.N. Don't shoot me about the medical inaccuracy if it is inaccurate. Just pretend that it works and go with it.

House's cell phone was ringing in his ear. Removing the pillow from over his head he reached the ringing and made it stop. A gruff "Hello" answered.

"House do you know what time it is?" Cuddy upset because he wasn't there.

"No."

"You should be at work."

"I'm staying home today. Wilson can't hold his Vicodin."

A quiet "oh" was emitted from the other end.

"Later Cuddles" was all House said as he hung up. He knew she wouldn't like the cuddles remark but she had a day to get over it. Deciding to investigate how Wilson was House got up. Wilson was still asleep so House went back to bed.

The night had been a hot one, followed by a warm morning. So when Wilson awoke he was covered in sweat. He was no longer nauseous and his leg didn't hurt but he was very uncomfortable temperature wise. He took off his t-shirt and threw it on the floor out of the way. The first thing on his mind this morning was to take a shower. The cast would make that difficult, so he got up and tried to find a garbage bag.

"What the hell are you doing up and around?" House had heard Wilson bumping around and found him in the kitchen trying to bend down but not fall down. He had a notion that the garbage bags were under the sink.

"I need to take a shower, and I can't get this stupid thing wet."

"You've only had it for two days and it's already being called stupid. Don't ask for my help when you want to cut it off."

Wilson gave him a look. "Where are the garbage bags?"

House reached over the sink and opened a drawer. "Up here." He took one out of the box and handed it to him. "You should know, I don't bend down that well anymore."

"Right." Sitting in a nearby chair he put his leg in the bag and then tied the top. "Got any tape?" House reached up in the same cabinet and withdrew a roll of duct tape. He tossed it at Wilson, who used it to secure below the tie, to make sure the water stayed out. Their chemistry was great together, like they did this stuff everyday. House made the coffee and Wilson taped up his leg for a refreshing shower.

Getting back on his feet and leaving the kitchen House called, "Towels on the rack" Wilson appreciated the gesture, knowing that a towel was one more thing he would have to get, a task that he took for granted before he got hit by that car.

The day went fine, it wasn't until around dinner time that Wilson started heading down hill. They had been lounging around and had fallen asleep. Wilson was sprawled out on the couch, House holding the casted leg in his lap with a pillow under it.

When House woke up, Wilson looked pale and sweaty. He was still sleeping but had greatly decreased in health since the beginning of the nap. House sat up and looked over Wilson. Along with the pale skin and the film of sweat covering him he was shivering slightly. Putting the back of his hand on Wilson's forehead he felt an abnormal heat radiating from Wilson. That spelled fever, House was thinking that it was an infection. That the broken leg had too much swelling when the x-ray was taken and that the brake was worse than they originally thought.

Feeling House's touch Wilson stirred.

"Why is it so cold?" He muttered with eyes still closed, trying to get comfortable again.

"You have a fever, we need to go."

"What? Why? I'm just cold."

"Wilson." He paused, he never used Wilson's name. "It's summer time, my AC makes it a nice 75 and your cold. Think about that."

House left the living room and returned with his one arm filled with an assortment of things. He was now wearing jeans and a t-shirt instead of the shorts he had on before. Setting a sweatshirt in Wilson's lap along with a pair of shorts, he gathered his keys and cell phone.

Wilson had put on the clothing and they made their way to the door. House had dialed Cuddy and was talking while keeping an eye on Wilson's progress. "Cuddy, Wilson needs a new cast. I think it's an infection. See you in the clinic." It might have been cryptic and creepy but House didn't feel like actually talking conversationally.