For the first time since introducing himself, Mr Smith spoke up. "Benjamin Franklin! Ah my mate Ben, that was a day and a half. I got rope burns off that kite and then I got soaked-" "Interesting" "And then I got electrocuted!"
House had paused as soon as the patient started rambling, only managing to get one word in.
"Maybe we should keep him, might be fun."
Wilson rolled his eyes. "Would make a difference from Coma guy…"
House managed to catch up to Wilson before he paid for his lunch, and now sat opposite the oncologist eating a free meal.
"How's the patient, Mr Smith, doing?" Wilson enquired wondering if House had seen the patient again.
"A lot better than any of your patients. Haven't checked on him yet."
Not many understood the relationship between Wilson and House, or more importantly the reason Wilson put up with House. To tell the truth not even House or Wilson really knew. But Wilson enjoyed moments like this, where they could take time away from the morose atmosphere that surrounded such jobs.
It was fun, in a weird way, to demote each others jobs and pretend it isn't at all serious.
"Too busy playing video games I assume."
From the looks of it House hadn't heard a word Wilson said and was instead stealing his chips.
"What did you say his name was again?"
Wilson was slightly taken aback that House was interested in the patient's name. He never asked patients name, and never used them if he did know it.
"John Smith."
"Wow his parents must of hated him, either that or witness protection is running out of imagination. You finished?"
Wilson let out a sigh and stood up, ready to get back to his paperwork. As they exited the elevator and approached House's office, they both noticed something different.
"I've never seen rain do that before…"
With that the whole hospital shook and the two doctors were knocked off their feet.
As soon as the room was still again people started to panic, it looked like night had suddenly fallen.
"Where are you going?" Wilson shouted to House's retreating form.
"I'm a cripple if you haven't noticed; I need to get more pain meds."
House sounded angry and was completely ignoring the chaos around him.
House limped out of the room, Wilson close behind.
Wilson knew he didn't need any more meds, he always had some somewhere. But if there's anything Dr Wilson knows it's when he sees someone coping, this seemed to be House's coping mechanism, to ignore it and focus on other things. He'd seen the crippled man act like this a thousand times before.
"Give me the damn drugs! Can't you see I'm in pain?"
House wasn't happy, the pharmacist in front of him was keeping him from his drugs, and was calm when House was not.
"You know the rules Doctor House, You can't prescribe for yourself."
House huffed then cast a glance over his shoulder before turning back to the pharmacist and smiling sweetly.
"Well lucky for me then that I have a knight in a shiny white coat." House smiled sardonically and shouted over his shoulder. "Wilson, hurry up!"
Wilson quickened his pace, noticing the look on the pharmacists face. "Give him the Vicodin, I'll sign for it."
"Thank you."
Wilson signed a quick scrawl that wouldn't be recognisable but neither the pharmacist nor House cared. The pharmacist was just noticing the situation they were in and House was downing two Vicodin and pocketing the bottle.
House turned to face the chaos, "Now is as good a time as any to check my patient."
"Gee, that doesn't sound like an excuse to avoid Cuddy at all."
"Well we both know she will somehow blame it on me. Come on we'll look out the window near his bed, see what's happening outside, try and figure out what happened."