Blinded by the Light
Ch. 9
Yes I have attempted to continue this fic. I think there was some demand and well it seems that it may work with my ideas about another fic I had in mind. Let me know what you think and enjoy the update! If you review well there may be another update tomorrow!
The room was dark and that was the way he wanted it. Several hours had passed since his headache had first started and it wasn't any better than before. He woke from his place in the chair and looked around, discovering that his head still was throbbing. At this time the door from his conference room had opened. He flinched at the sound but didn't have to shield his eyes, for there was no light being emitted from the neighboring room. Wilson stumbled in and sat in the chairs in front of his desk. Wilson never really understood why he had chairs in that place, he never talked to patients or family members in his office, and maybe he left them there strictly for Wilson. Sitting in one and placing his leg in the other he turned his focus towards the figure in the shadows in the nearby corner.
"Clever." House finally spoke. Wilson waited patiently for his remark to play out instead of introducing another voice to his obviously painful situation. "Thinking about me and using the side door like that. No extra light to annoy the hell out of me."
Deciding that it was time to talk to him Wilson responded. "You know me, always caring." He kept his voice as low as possible. House sat up slowly and then proceeded to stand. "Where are you going?"
"I've been sitting here for…" He stopped talking and grasped for the wall. Luckily the combination of his long arms and the close proximity to the wall allowed him to stay standing.
"House, you okay?" House paused for a moment and without opening his eyes, responded.
"Dizzy. Off balance."
"Anything else?"
"Nauseated. Whoa, really dizzy."
"Sit down." Wilson commanded. He took his cell phone out of his pocket and dialed. Talking slowly and quietly he called Cuddy.
"Come to House's office." House muttered an argument in the background but he ignored it.
"What's going on? Why are you so quiet?"
"He's not better. Just come."
Wilson waited as quietly as possible as House sat with his back to the wall, resting his head back. Keeping a watchful eye on House and the other on the shadows in the hall Wilson tried to decide what to do. "Hang in there. I'm going back into the other room. I'll be back, you need me just call. Do you have your phone?" House nodded slightly, avoiding more dizziness and pain. Moving as quietly as possible Wilson moved back into the next room.
"We need a ride home." He announced to Cuddy over his shoulder. She was over making a cup of coffee.
"Want anything?"
"Water please."
Sitting down across from him she looked ready to get down to business. "So you want to take him home? You don't think he should stay here?"
"Well sure he could and probably should stay but that's an argument I'm not going to have, not today."
"You actually think he should stay?"
"Cuddy it's like his first migraine, they don't just usually pop up. His day wasn't really that stressful. And he's got almost all the symptoms at least from what I've seen."
"I'll take both of you home as long as you keep an eye on him as well as yourself. I don't need both of you to be out of commission long term."
"Thanks, let's go take care of him."
"I'll do it if you don't mind."
"Alright, I'll be in my office, call me when you've got him set, meet you in the parking lot?"
She nodded as she made her way into the dark office.
House could stand and walk on his own once they arrived at the apartment. Still a little light head and in pain he made his way to his room unaccompanied. Cuddy carried some of Wilson's things into the apartment and after leaving words of "call me if you need anything" left promptly. Standing with his back against the couch he watched House walk from the bedroom to the bathroom and back wearing only boxer shorts. On the return Wilson entered carrying an orange bottle filled with Vicodin.
"Two for you, one for me. And drink all of this, it will help." House muttered thanks as he did as he was told. "I'll be around. If it's not gone in the morning please let me know." House just got comfortable in bed and closed his eyes. "Cell phones on the table, call if you need me, I know I'm on speed dial. 1?"
"2." He grunted.
Good to know that House is still House Wilson thought has he left the room to spend a quiet and sleepy afternoon.