Title: Sick Day
Pairing: House/Wilson
Rating: PG
Wilson woke up one morning, head aching, chest tight, sinuses clogged, knowing he was in for a bad day.
His schedule was packed with appointments and meetings, and he couldn't very well cancel on all his patients, so he took a few cold pills, blew his nose, and off to work he went.
House was nowhere to be seen when he arrived at PPTH, which wasn't that unusual at all, and his morning went by without distraction. Reflecting back on his (still) pounding head and the obnoxious cold he had, though, a distraction from all the work and the patients and the sickness would have been welcomed.
By lunch time he was feeling utterly miserable, and he decided to lay down. He groaned when he heard his door opening, hoping House (at least he assumed that's who it was, judging from the lacking of knocking) would at least try to be somewhat quiet.
House made his way over to the couch, pulled on Wilson's arm, and said, "You, sir, are going home."
Wilson blinked at him. "I have appointments all afternoon, I don't have time to go home right now."
"That is where you are sorely mistaken. All the baldies have been rescheduled, you're free all day. And tomorrow, actually."
Wilson rolled his eyes, not even bothering to ask how House had managed that one, and he let himself be dragged up and off the couch, then out the door and down the hall. "I'm assuming you've volunteered to share this time off with me?"
"Of course. Somebody needs to take care of you when you are sick and useless." He patted Wilson on the head, and the two exited the hospital. Wilson laughed, head aching, chest tight, sinuses clogged, and he knew he'd be in for an interesting two days.