Unexpected Findings

Wilson moved his car to a few aisles away from where Remy Hadley had parked earlier that day. He couldn't shake the feeling she had guilty knowledge. And maybe, just maybe, she would lead him to a clue as to House's whereabouts.

Before long Dr. Hadley approached her car disarming the security feature as she reached the door. She seemed preoccupied by something. All the better for James. Remy was clever. Like House, she saw things that seemed slightly out of place where others wouldn't even notice. She'd surely catch on if he tailed her too closely.

And having House for a best friend enabled Wilson to learn a few deceitful tricks over the years. Using Houseian techniques to find House seemed very a propos. Hopefully Dr. Hadley was distracted enough not to notice anything.

Lucky for him she didn't. He followed her to the other side of town, speculating on where she was going. James never figured he'd end up in the parking lot of Memorial. It would make no sense for House to be there when he could easily be at General or his own hospital. This was too weird. There could be so many other reasons she came to this particular hospital. Perhaps she sought out this place for her Huntington's treatment. Anything was possible.

Once she entered, he parked and headed for the doors. He stayed outside the entrance until he could see her enter the elevators. James formulated a plan and rushed in.

"Hi, maybe you could help me," he inquired breathlessly to the attendant at the visitor's desk. "My wife, Remy Hadley, just came in to see our friend. I was parking and forgot to ask her what room he was in so I could meet her.

The kindly volunteer punched in Remy's name and gave James Wilson a free pass to follow her to House's room.

Remy was about to enter the room when a nurse called her over to the desk.

"I just wanted to let you know he's under heavy sedation. He had an episode this afternoon, and I'm afraid he's a little worse for the wear."

"Thanks," Remy smiled thinking it meant House had been an unruly patient. "I'll only stay a few minutes." She returned to House's door and entered expecting nothing new.

But what she found stopped her dead in her tracks. "What the hell?" He looked a mess. Yesterday he was goofy and broken. Today he seemed unconscious and mangled.

She stepped up beside him, almost afraid of what she might find on closer inspection. Remy wasn't expecting to see him restrained to the bed. "Oh, House, what in the hell happened to you today?"

His eyelids fluttered in response to her voice. He wanted to wake up but couldn't.

Remy held his hand in hers. House's fingers curled, holding on to her.

"I don't know what happened, but I plan on finding out. I'll be back, hopefully tomorrow morning, to check on you." She looked at him a few seconds longer before leaving.

Wilson peered from around a corner hoping he'd catch Remy leaving a room so that he could enter once she left. Success! She strode from a door and headed for what he assumed was the Nurse's Station. Quickly he snuck down the hall and through the door.

He turned to the patient after making sure the door closed noiselessly behind him. There were no words to express what he felt upon seeing his friend. His heart simultaneously was in his throat and in his stomach.

"House?" He called out tentatively, not wanting to disturb him yet yearning to hear his voice and know he was going to be okay. If Greg heard him, he didn't stir.

James's brain went into overdrive. I have to call Cuddy. Why in the hell did he come here? Why Hadley?

"Why didn't you have them call me?" His voice held a bit of sadness mixed with betrayal.

The door opened behind him, and two people walked in.

"No one is supposed to be in here," the petite brunette said harshly.

"He's my friend."

"You'll have to leave." She stood up to him making a display of her authority.

Wilson looked down on her to read her name tag. "Cindy, he's my friend. I've been looking for him for two days."

"Are you the friend he called for help? The doctor?" She glared at him, boring her hazel eyes into his.

James swallowed hard. "Guilty."

"You better leave before you end up in the bed next to him."

"How is he?" James didn't want to leave without some answers.

"How does he look?"

"Bad," he whispered.

"You have to leave. We have some work to do here." Cindy walked away, giving her full attention to her colleague. "Ready?"

Wilson backed out of the room. He knew they were probably there to check for DVTs. After that who knows what else he needed done. As the door closed he could have sworn he heard Cindy say, "with friends like that, who needs enemies?"

Wilson sat in his car, unsure of what his next move should be. If he confronted Remy, she'd give him hell, especially since it seemed that House had chosen to confide in her instead of him. If he called Cuddy, she'd either read him the riot act for ditching House in his moment of need, or get herself so bent out of shape, she'd fall to pieces. If her conversation in his office today was any indication, she'd to the latter. No, he' had better just go home and figure out how to access House directly.