Blinded by the light
Chapter 11
House was given IV meds to bring his fever down and to stop him from vomiting so he could actually sleep off his headache. Having one for upwards of three to five days meant that if he didn't feel so terrible, he would be terribly grumpy to say the least. Wilson couldn't believe that he was surviving this crazed illness for as long as he did. Thinking again, Wilson didn't expect him to make much more noise about it. Being an experienced headache sufferer he knew that if they were as bad as he thought, talking would only make matters worse.
After whispering around the apartment and watching over House for the remainder of the day and most of the morning Wilson approached House to discuss his status and how he ended up this way.
"House," Wilson whispered as he put his weight on the mattress left between House and the edge careful not to disrupt his leg.
"Ughmph." House's response was paired with him rolling onto his back and rubbing his eyes.
"How's the pain?"
"It's come down a lot. Just tired now. It's still there but managable."
"I think it was just a migraine with some rebound headaches from quitting treatment once you thought they were gone. It doesn't matter to me very often anymore but when it did, I was out for a couple days at least."
"Let's never do this again."
"Find your trigger and it won't."
House sat up in the bed and rubbed his face. Wilson shifted his weight to face House. They were sitting mostly in the dark, House's eyes couldn't handle much light.
"It was probably Cameron's perfume. I think she changed it. She was around me when the migraine surfaced and the rest of the managable headaches could have been rebound from earlier in the week."
"That makes sense. Sometimes my triggers are really random. Like when Bonnie brought Daffodils to my office. Had to lie and say they died."