I DO NOT OWN HOUSE, M.D.


A Journey Is Beginning

After Cuddy reassured Wilson that House would be taken care of and that she would tell him when she got information, he made his trek up to the doctors' lounge to shower and get ready for the day. Wilson wishes that he could erase what he saw earlier. He still couldn't wrap his head around it. His friend is in distress… and he didn't like it one bit. House may be an ass most of the time, but Wilson wouldn't wish any harm to him. Once he was showered and dressed, he took the elevator to the fourth floor.

The right elevator opened on his floor, and Wilson stepped out. After that, he made his way toward the conference room. Even though it was still early, he saw the team sitting around the table. He decided to go in. "Morning everyone."

They looked up and Cameron was the first to speak. "Hey, Wilson. Are you looking for House? He's never here this early, but we need his help to solve a case."

Wilson was torn. He could tell the truth—House was admitted early this morning and is a patient here. However, he also knew that House wouldn't want that. The man's too proud to admit to anyone when he's sick. So, he lied. He shook his head. "No. I haven't seen him since he left last night. I mean, we hung out for a bit... but then I went home." Just then, Wilson got a text. He pulled out his phone and saw that it was from Cuddy. "Uh, I gotta go. Good luck with the case." With that, he left.

The team, especially Cameron, had their suspicions that Wilson was lying to them. Cameron spoke first. "That was odd, don't you think?" She turned her attention to her two colleagues.

Foreman shrugged his shoulders. "Not really."

"I just get the feeling that Wilson is lying to us… that what he told isn't the truth. Why would he lie to us like that?"

Foreman scoffed. "Who knows? He is House's friend after all."

"Come on, Foreman. House doesn't have that much influence on Wilson."

"Believe what you want. In the meantime, we have a patient who isn't getting any better." Cameron just sighed and then went back to helping her colleagues come up with a diagnosis. However, she had a bad feeling that something was wrong.

Meanwhile, Wilson was with Cuddy in House's room on the third floor. House was lying unconscious in a bed and was oblivious to everything. He had an IV in his left arm and leads on his chest that connected to the heart monitor. "We got him stable. We gave him Epinephrine, and that seemed to do the trick. He stabilized within seconds."

Wilson had his arms crossed and nodded. "That's a good thing, isn't it?"

"Yes… but every medication has its risk. He may have a reaction, he may not." Wilson nodded his head as he took this in. "What also concerns me is his hand." While they were stabilizing House down in the ER, she noticed that he had a band-aid on his right hand. "What happened?"

"He says that he got bit by a mosquito a couple nights ago. He put ointment and a band-aid on it. I watched him."

"What if… what we just witnessed this morning was just a reaction to the mosquito bite? I mean, people get reactions to bug bites all the time."

Wilson considered this. "You could be right. Maybe that's all this is."

"If it is, we just pump him with antibiotics and see if he gets better."

"But what it isn't?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, if it is just a simple a reaction to the bite, it'll get better. I just feel like it's more than that, though. You know how reactions can be. They're unpredictable."

"You do have a point. Okay, this is what we'll do: see if he improves within the day. If he doesn't improve by tomorrow, we'll consult his team."

Wilson shook his head. "House wouldn't like that. All attention focused on him. He's too proud for that."

"Yeah… but what else do we have to lose?" She put a hand on his left forearm. "Think about it." She then walked away and left the room.

It was just him and House now. He could hear the rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor. He went over to his friend and put on hand on his right arm. "Don't you worry, House. We'll figure out what this is."